The blood from the wound trickled down L’s arm to the broken watch he wore in remembrance of Light and dripped onto the asphalt. Suddenly, he pounded his fist against the hard ground. Over and over. He did not stop even when his knuckles were pink with blood.
"Light…it hurts. My heart—"
It was a hurt that L. Lawliet had suppressed, that he had to suppress in order to continue his existence as the peerless Detective L. How had the world’s top detective been described with regard to the facets of his personality other than his ability as a detective? He had been called a kinky detective who relished bizarre murders, a human computer capable only of measuring mass murders in terms of cold numbers, a reclusive sociopath. What L thought of such estimations of his personality only L could know. But no one could truly understand L. How L did not and could not forget the faces of thousands of victims. Who could comprehend the man who had lived his life, and had to live confronting all of the lives ended prematurely, the tears of the grief-stricken survivors, the devaluing of like as a daily reality. How was it possible to measure the pain of such a man?
(L Change the World)
This is my L, this is what I think of whenever I write him, or think about the character. It broke my heard when I read it the first time, and it still bothers me every time I read it.
*Kira, I am N*
Alright, Now It's Time To Make A Move On Your Own
A page from the booklet of the Death Note Original Soundtrack II
i would do unspeakable things for fan art of light wearing a kimono
Death Note Meme: [5/5] Favorite Characters → Nate River/NearNobody can tell what is right and what is wrong, what is righteous and what is evil. Even if there is a God and I had his teachings before me, I would think it through and decide if that was right or wrong myself.