[It's a strange and terrifying thing to turn one's back on someone with a famously unreliable and ancient weapon, however true their heart, however gentle and noble their intentions.
L still does; whether or not Kyle recognizes the significance of the gesture, L can't pretend to know, or hope. For such a strange and difficult person who is an emotional disaster on the best of days, the notion of real connection is ever dangling, a particularly cruel carrot on a stick.
He nods, murmuring acquiescence as they approach the door. That doorway is ominous and obscured, and he glances back over his thin shoulder at Kyle, waiting.]
Should it be this dark? It doesn't even look like there's a window inside.
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L still does; whether or not Kyle recognizes the significance of the gesture, L can't pretend to know, or hope. For such a strange and difficult person who is an emotional disaster on the best of days, the notion of real connection is ever dangling, a particularly cruel carrot on a stick.
He nods, murmuring acquiescence as they approach the door. That doorway is ominous and obscured, and he glances back over his thin shoulder at Kyle, waiting.]
Should it be this dark? It doesn't even look like there's a window inside.