She didn't say anything, her thoughts too jumbled, and prominent to even allow her such a release. She was angry, sad, hurt, and confused. She was angry at herself for even allowing herself to get this attached to not just L, but to anyone. She was angry at L; why couldn't he be a bit more normal?
But then Rachel realized that they were in a game, a war, and neither of those truly allowed for friendships. Right? After all, Rachel had noticed that nobody else seemed to be great friends with each other.
"Don't do this," she finally said, looking at L. "Don't tell me that you want me to do one thing, and turn around, and tell me you don't really want to do it."
She stood up from the ground, her eyes now transfixed on L; she was glaring at him. "I suppose, since I'd be such a traitor, maybe I should deflect to Niflheim. After all, if I knew anyone else, Niflheim could use me against them!"
Her words were bitter, angry, but not entirely true. Still, a part of her wanted to know what all this was for. If Asgard won, then both Rachel and L could resume being dead, and Rachel could go through that stupid process again. They would forget each other, so maybe this was for the best.
With a wavering sigh, Rachel turned around to open the door, and proceeded to step outside of the room.