[L was starkly aware of just how difficult it was to be heard in a world where you had to struggle just to be taken seriously; with his neuroses and quirks, there was a reason beyond fearing for his safety that he hid his face from the public. But even though he has a tremendous amount of control in his home world, his soul is still that meek, frightened child. But a thin voice, strings and whispers, were far better than nothing at all. The creature in front of him made him feel lucky, that way.

He nods briskly, moving as quickly as he's able. He is slow and clumsy, compared to her agile movements, and she might have to do more fighting to keep him from getting caught and torn to pieces.]