[In his own bleak state of numbness, born partly of this situation's surreality and partly from his own atypical life, L notices that something seems to be shifting. There's a crack in Chara; of course there is, because weren't Chara's own words a declaration of breakage?]

All of my games matter... and all of the people, as well, even if I have a funny way of showing it.

[To the point where he's been accused, seriously, of sociopathy.]

I think it's sort of freeing, to not matter. You can be as selfish as you want, whether that means dying or living. You don't have to just be a piece on the board anymore, if you don't matter, because even pawns have value. Not mattering means having no value.

[He glances over at the village, which is oblivious to both of their existences.]

This could be heaven... we get to see them happy, and we get to not matter.

Unless you're saying that you want to matter, to someone. In which case, this could be hell.