020.000 - Aftermath
So, here I am now. Utterly disgusted with myself and perhaps even a mighty bit angry. At what I cannot say at the moment, be it my own cowardise to break a rule or the fact that I spied on L and Light's little game of who can hurt the other more.

Some days i really hate that my sensors are so sensitive.

I am not sure if I can look at the wanna-be god and not disintegrate him. The boy doesn't like me using a possessive pronoun to describe L but does these things to his nemesis. Really, one should always respect one's enemies, for they are always closer to you than a lover could ever dream to be. And... dirtying such a relationship with an act that is more intrusive and damaging than having one's mainframe high-jacked is so... so... unworthy. Light does not deserve to be honoured with an enmity with L. Where is the warrior's pride that guides him? I even think our resident serial-killer has a death wish.

As much as his counter part from Asgard. Both are so fixated on each other that I've come to think there must be more than their mind games. Much more.

I have made a promise to a mother hen to tell her where her chick can be found. Later, when all is over and I am sure, she will receive what she needs.