[He shuffles past broken glass bottles and rejected, pungent boxes and casings, keeping Heather in his sight as he attempts to keep from cutting or puncturing his bare feet. Though L's soul seems otherworldly, he doesn't fit as well as he appears to. Either that, or he just doesn't know how to fit and survive.

When she starts climbing, though, his heart outright sinks. All he can do is hook the pointed, curved tips of his forearms through the chainlinks and watch her ascent; he's powerless to pull himself up.]