[L is in his element, confronted with hidden and ruined things. More so, by far, than he is when confronted with whole and healthy ones. With no gaps to fill and no flaws or fallacies to exploit, it's not like his existence has any sort of purpose or meaning.
How much he likes flaws and fallacies is, on any given day, roughly equivalent to how much he likes existing. In other words, it's somewhat variable, depending on whether inner drive or inner darkness happens to be winning that day.
They can feel the same to a hungry orphan heart, as riddled with cavities as sugar-sore teeth.]
Hm.
[Whatever a suspect offers, whether it's information or a service or some sort of demonstration, should probably be disregarded, or at least taken with a crushing boulder of salt. L's rejected it before on those grounds... but in this case, his curiosity wins out, pulling at him, bargaining that he's the Paleblood and has a gift for control over keeping dreams in check.
He decides to keep with the banter, toeing the line, seeing what he can prod and push into showing itself while still hedging his most risky bets.]
I came to see what the overfed and oblivious tourists overlook, of course. One misses things, when one's posing for that perfect family photo on a ledge.
[The obligatory jab, before he adds]
I’m trying to make it back to my home dream. We’re here because you interrupted my process; this is off the map. I don’t suppose there’s a gift shop with a selection of maps.
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How much he likes flaws and fallacies is, on any given day, roughly equivalent to how much he likes existing. In other words, it's somewhat variable, depending on whether inner drive or inner darkness happens to be winning that day.
They can feel the same to a hungry orphan heart, as riddled with cavities as sugar-sore teeth.]
Hm.
[Whatever a suspect offers, whether it's information or a service or some sort of demonstration, should probably be disregarded, or at least taken with a crushing boulder of salt. L's rejected it before on those grounds... but in this case, his curiosity wins out, pulling at him, bargaining that he's the Paleblood and has a gift for control over keeping dreams in check.
He decides to keep with the banter, toeing the line, seeing what he can prod and push into showing itself while still hedging his most risky bets.]
I came to see what the overfed and oblivious tourists overlook, of course. One misses things, when one's posing for that perfect family photo on a ledge.
[The obligatory jab, before he adds]
I’m trying to make it back to my home dream. We’re here because you interrupted my process; this is off the map. I don’t suppose there’s a gift shop with a selection of maps.