[Threats and respect aren't mutually exclusive according to L's personal set of rules. He's thought them through and tangled with the paradoxes, all without pausing to wonder if it's possible for a person who thinks that way to be anything but desperately lonely and sad during his extremely short life.
As long as it's not boring.
The threat and the respect, in any case, feel earned. They sustain him like food, comfort, and praise sustain some other people, somewhere, playing by a set of rules L doesn't quite grasp.
Rules like finishing, after revenge. His glance at Light is lingering, and though his expression betrays nothing, the length of the look alone should be more than enough to communicate the sentiment you can't be serious. There's no way in hell it's finished. Do you end the game of tennis when someone successfully returns a serve?]
Maybe it is.
[Most people, saying those words with that tone, would sound like they were lightly or pleasantly commenting to a child who has asked if the moon is made of cheese. Like most things, L wears it a bit differently. The effect is animated sarcasm.]
no subject
As long as it's not boring.
The threat and the respect, in any case, feel earned. They sustain him like food, comfort, and praise sustain some other people, somewhere, playing by a set of rules L doesn't quite grasp.
Rules like finishing, after revenge. His glance at Light is lingering, and though his expression betrays nothing, the length of the look alone should be more than enough to communicate the sentiment you can't be serious. There's no way in hell it's finished. Do you end the game of tennis when someone successfully returns a serve?]
Maybe it is.
[Most people, saying those words with that tone, would sound like they were lightly or pleasantly commenting to a child who has asked if the moon is made of cheese. Like most things, L wears it a bit differently. The effect is animated sarcasm.]