The man waited patiently, almost understandingly, as the great detective before him slowly rose back to consciousness from the cold vinyl cushions of the table. Each unbecoming noise that L made was met with a concerned crease of the brow; each act of struggle with a tensing of the hands, as if the man was holding himself back from showing the true extent of his concern. Finally, it was the sight of L's trembling fingers that seemed to push the man past his limits, and he knelt down to be near L's face once more. Again he placed a hand to L's shoulder, this time in an act of reassurance rather than rousing
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He wanted to shake the hand off of his shoulder. His position made it impossible.
He knew that whatever was planned for him wasn't anything he would have chosen; his task was to endure it without breaking. His captors had selected him for this procedure, but in doing so, they had given him the opportunity to be a first-hand observer. Therefore, it was imperative that he recognize, recall, and analyze every detail he could. He would find a way to make it count: he would turn it on Landel in the end. He had no question that he would survive it, knowing that others had.
What was Watari's part in it, though? Why would he participate? The question didn't just nag at him; it was one of the few emotional blows he had ever experienced. If I can understand it, I can--
Watari began to speak to him, then, and he felt his stomach twist. He understood the words, but not the meaning behind them. --Plans? They didn't have any plans that involved L being abducted to a travesty of a psychiatric facility, sedated, or strapped to a table. He turned
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"I am talking about the investigation," Watari replied with more conviction as he met L's eyes. "We already knew the risks and the sacrifices we were willing to make when we began this case, did we not? I would be ashamed to call myself your associate if I didn't do everything possible to ensure the apprehending of our target, regardless of the... difficulty
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He knew that whatever was planned for him wasn't anything he would have chosen; his task was to endure it without breaking. His captors had selected him for this procedure, but in doing so, they had given him the opportunity to be a first-hand observer. Therefore, it was imperative that he recognize, recall, and analyze every detail he could. He would find a way to make it count: he would turn it on Landel in the end. He had no question that he would survive it, knowing that others had.
What was Watari's part in it, though? Why would he participate? The question didn't just nag at him; it was one of the few emotional blows he had ever experienced. If I can understand it, I can--
Watari began to speak to him, then, and he felt his stomach twist. He understood the words, but not the meaning behind them. --Plans? They didn't have any plans that involved L being abducted to a travesty of a psychiatric facility, sedated, or strapped to a table. He turned ( ... )
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