[ Lazarus's wounded pride is a force more powerful than fear, apparently: he snaps back like a challenge. It's a pretty good showing. John regards him with cool, steady attention.
He still doesn't pay much attention to Light, comparatively. If he knew much of anything, John would expect to see fear in him, too. ]
Just the town running us ragged, as usual. [ His tone is still steady, mild. ] But you know me. I can always make time.
[ No one runs out unless he lets them.
It's a horrible threat, even obliquely. He says it just to watch the little frisson of fear through Lazarus's body, just to know they're on the same page. If he can't wield death as a weapon, he can wield its absence instead. ]
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He still doesn't pay much attention to Light, comparatively. If he knew much of anything, John would expect to see fear in him, too. ]
Just the town running us ragged, as usual. [ His tone is still steady, mild. ] But you know me. I can always make time.
[ No one runs out unless he lets them.
It's a horrible threat, even obliquely. He says it just to watch the little frisson of fear through Lazarus's body, just to know they're on the same page. If he can't wield death as a weapon, he can wield its absence instead. ]