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L Lawliet turned his face towards the man slowly approaching him, beads of condensation dripping down his cheeks to the extent where Light couldn't tell if it was raindrops or tears. "Tell me, Light," he murmured, almost too quiet to be heard, "if you were able to know the date and time of your own death, would you wish to know it? Or would you rather live in ignorance?"
Light forced his face into a pensive frown as he struggled to hide a smile. Tucked into his belt right now was a little black book which could have that exact information written into it at any time. L would be none the wiser. For all L knew, Light would have him die this afternoon. It would only require minimal effort. Just a word to the shinigami to obtain new eyes. But he liked keeping Lawliet around. Liked keeping him on the edge, frenzied. It gave him a power rush like no other, knowing that L was feeling so caged into an unavoidable fate with no way to prove his suspicions without causing his own demise.
But right now, L was dripping wet, still looking blankly at him, expecting an answer. Light chuckled softly. "What an unreasonable question," he said mockingly as he reveled in L's disheveled state. "That's entirely impossible, isn't it?"