“You know too much for you to leave.” his eyes were dark. Darker than usual. And he was right. He knew too much about L’s real identity for you to leave with no repercussions.

It took you so long for L to finally let you understand him and crawl over the mask he wore. Letting leave easily was out of the question. “Even if you didn’t know a lot, you couldn’t leave me. It’s impossible.”

He takes a bite of his slice of cake, his back turned to you. He didn’t even seem phased by your attempt.