[L can't claim to be surprised that Chin Yisou is absolutely game to continue exploration, however much the blood might stink to him. He can't help but feel just a little bit electrified, something like what he's heard elation is like.
L's secret, after all, is that he never really knows what other humans feel, or if he's felt that thing himself in a similar way.
He follows Chin Yisou through the door to the hull, squinting in the present but dim light. Unlike the blood, the scent of rotting fish is highly offensive to his senses, and his wrist flies to his face, covering his nose with his shirtsleeve as he tries to suppress a lurching gag.
For a moment, he's too sickened to trust himself to open his mouth for an answer. He just nods greenly at the demon's comment on filthiness, until the tremor rattles through the floor, causing him to take a few shuffling, nervous steps back.]
Your wild speculation is as good as mine, but maybe we underestimated the altruism of the note-writer, after all.
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L's secret, after all, is that he never really knows what other humans feel, or if he's felt that thing himself in a similar way.
He follows Chin Yisou through the door to the hull, squinting in the present but dim light. Unlike the blood, the scent of rotting fish is highly offensive to his senses, and his wrist flies to his face, covering his nose with his shirtsleeve as he tries to suppress a lurching gag.
For a moment, he's too sickened to trust himself to open his mouth for an answer. He just nods greenly at the demon's comment on filthiness, until the tremor rattles through the floor, causing him to take a few shuffling, nervous steps back.]
Your wild speculation is as good as mine, but maybe we underestimated the altruism of the note-writer, after all.