They're dancing. It shouldn't be a surprise. That's the way these things went, a pattern of steps, not quite predtermined, but all following logically and precisely within the rhythm of the situation, enough that if he listened carefully, if eh could pick out the metaphoric tune, he ought to be able to predict which steps would follow next. Or at least have some small pool of possibilities to choose from.
So what does he knew. Beyond has intimated that L himself was here before, and now is poking at him for not remembering it. That seems somewhere more than impossible, but somehow less than entirely likely. He doesn't remember this place, and he recalls no actual gaps of time missing from his life to account for some strange fieldtrip that he's now amnesiac about. So either he has never been here and Beyond is messing with him, or there's something even stranger at play here than what he's used to. Some alternate timeline? Those things should be impossible. But so much should be impossible. Kira's notebook, the Shinigami. Beyond should be dead. But deaths could be faked, with the right planning and forethought even planned believably.
But L has to focus on now. And what he knows here, in this moment.
He knows that Beyond is likely recently arrived as well -- the other man's initial assumption that L has come back and has not already been here, and the fact that he found the other man crouched down drinking from a pool of water don't exactly hint at him having put down roots in the place, at least currently. So he's arrived in the same way that L has. Perhaps. Perhaps not.
"Are you sure of that?" Stalling, mumbled with a vague sort of feigned interest. He's weighing his options; is it worth trying to keep up a pretense of remembering something Beyond is speaking of that he has no knowledge about? It's a lot of effort and difficult terrain at best. Easy to slip. Too easy, and what does he gain even if he keeps up that charade? Little, if anything. No sense playing that game. So he continues, echoing the other man's words to start with, "The same way I arrived. Well, in some broad sense that's probably true, isn't it? How did you find the crocodiles? I didn't really like them, myself. They wouldn't give me time to think..."
L watches Beyond, eyes intent and unwavering. It's the gaze he fixes on most things, though perhaps it's just a bit sharper regarding this particular individual. He knows his nature, after all, beyond even the sliver of doubt that he's known Light''s nature -- though that didn't end exactly as he'd hoped. Ah well.
He's still refusing to believe this is the afterlife. It doesn't quite add up that way. "How are you feeling? Not poisoned? Double-vision? Hallucinations? Of course, if the trouble with the water is a pathogen and not a chemical agent, it won't be an immediate effect, so maybe those questions are premature."
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So what does he knew. Beyond has intimated that L himself was here before, and now is poking at him for not remembering it. That seems somewhere more than impossible, but somehow less than entirely likely. He doesn't remember this place, and he recalls no actual gaps of time missing from his life to account for some strange fieldtrip that he's now amnesiac about. So either he has never been here and Beyond is messing with him, or there's something even stranger at play here than what he's used to. Some alternate timeline? Those things should be impossible. But so much should be impossible. Kira's notebook, the Shinigami. Beyond should be dead. But deaths could be faked, with the right planning and forethought even planned believably.
But L has to focus on now. And what he knows here, in this moment.
He knows that Beyond is likely recently arrived as well -- the other man's initial assumption that L has come back and has not already been here, and the fact that he found the other man crouched down drinking from a pool of water don't exactly hint at him having put down roots in the place, at least currently. So he's arrived in the same way that L has. Perhaps. Perhaps not.
"Are you sure of that?" Stalling, mumbled with a vague sort of feigned interest. He's weighing his options; is it worth trying to keep up a pretense of remembering something Beyond is speaking of that he has no knowledge about? It's a lot of effort and difficult terrain at best. Easy to slip. Too easy, and what does he gain even if he keeps up that charade? Little, if anything. No sense playing that game. So he continues, echoing the other man's words to start with, "The same way I arrived. Well, in some broad sense that's probably true, isn't it? How did you find the crocodiles? I didn't really like them, myself. They wouldn't give me time to think..."
L watches Beyond, eyes intent and unwavering. It's the gaze he fixes on most things, though perhaps it's just a bit sharper regarding this particular individual. He knows his nature, after all, beyond even the sliver of doubt that he's known Light''s nature -- though that didn't end exactly as he'd hoped. Ah well.
He's still refusing to believe this is the afterlife. It doesn't quite add up that way. "How are you feeling? Not poisoned? Double-vision? Hallucinations? Of course, if the trouble with the water is a pathogen and not a chemical agent, it won't be an immediate effect, so maybe those questions are premature."