[That horizon looms, and threatens. For now, L just holds, the best anchor he's had in... what? Hours, days?

He doesn't know how to answer Paul's question, and for a moment, his sunburned face just stares. He takes a slow, deep breath, as if testing what his body can do somewhere, before releasing it carefully for the very same reason.]

However long it's been since the Leviathan was vanquished, Paul.

[He's not sorry. He's seen a thousand iterations; though he doesn't say so, it can probably be inferred.]

Knowing was most important to me. I couldn't help you, and... now I understand better, why. That counts for something.