[L is inured to violence of most sorts, disturbing elements of most sorts; his career as a detective ensures that he's seen a lot of the worst his world has to offer, and then investigated and dissected it to the point where he is soul-crushingly familiar with the details and all that they imply and entail. It's been like this since he was young; at just twenty-five years old, he doesn't feel anything close to young.]

It's a dream, Chara. I've seen stranger things, as the mind tries to make sense of what has happened in conjunction and what can be imagined in a sort of fever reconciliation.

[It's his way of saying that while he knows Chara has died a terrible death, dreams are hardly the place to prove or disprove unbelievable things.]

What I take from that is that it's better to forfeit a game because then, at least you won't lose. I reject that premise; I can't help it. It's who I am.