[Come on, some niggling voice in the back of L's thoughts eggs on. Feel what it is to be merely a human being, for once.]
We both know that this is no indicator of what you can typically manage... and there's no shame in asking for assistance.
[L is a man conditioned, above all, to put together pictures that are in some way ruined or incomplete. The Emperor is just another one of those, clearly faltering, and he has no reason to strike.
If he did, this would be a different story, very much so. Instead, he reaches out his thin hands. Either to scrub, or to take the bottles, whichever John will permit.]
[The words are spoken lower than a whisper, but true to his word, he's doing his part, figuring out the puzzle of the bunker so they can leave safely.]
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We both know that this is no indicator of what you can typically manage... and there's no shame in asking for assistance.
[L is a man conditioned, above all, to put together pictures that are in some way ruined or incomplete. The Emperor is just another one of those, clearly faltering, and he has no reason to strike.
If he did, this would be a different story, very much so. Instead, he reaches out his thin hands. Either to scrub, or to take the bottles, whichever John will permit.]
Botecelli... ribosome. Gentle medley... crepuscule.
[The words are spoken lower than a whisper, but true to his word, he's doing his part, figuring out the puzzle of the bunker so they can leave safely.]