[L appreciates the scholarly types, working so hard to crack the endless tangled mystery of Trench. Maybe, someday, all of them working together will finally solve it; perhaps it's not possible to unravel something with logic that does not exist by its rules, to begin with.
He follows the other young man's gaze, witnesses his sudden comprehension.]
Who are you?
[He repeats it, more softly but no less insistently. He is not unlike others L has known, lit with a sort of book-smart intensity that would not be out of place in certain hushed halls and libraries.]
no subject
He follows the other young man's gaze, witnesses his sudden comprehension.]
Who are you?
[He repeats it, more softly but no less insistently. He is not unlike others L has known, lit with a sort of book-smart intensity that would not be out of place in certain hushed halls and libraries.]