*For a split-second, Matt looks as though he's been punched in the stomach - but it's at the thought of what might have happened, rather than at L in particular saying so.*
So why didn't you? Am I supposed to be fucking grateful that you finally started taking some responsibility for the nutjobs you produced?
I shouldn't have to take responsibility; I gave you the tools to cope with it. Mello wasn't cornered, neither was Near, though he's half your size. Is it my fault you're incompetant?
It seems more likely that he thought you wanted it. After the little show with Mello, not to mention your history at home. Backs of clubs, married men...
Because instead, I could have been some pathetic quasi-virgin who gives up on his life's work the second someone looks at him twice. I'd rather take my chances with B, thanks.
I can't believe I gave up my best friend for you! That I was going to go with you to - what? Sit around inside for the rest of my life while you refuse to interact with the rest of the world?
Why am I not surprised?
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Oh, no. Am I doing something you disapprove of? *A longer draw.* How will I ever forgive myself.
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Well, when one isn't intelligent enough to pursue real goals...
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So why didn't you? Am I supposed to be fucking grateful that you finally started taking some responsibility for the nutjobs you produced?
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