Full of sense... wasn't that the truth. Anyone speaking to L these days would laugh if he told them that he thought he was going insane. Though he still hallucinated, the images of spiders and such had become commonplace, the visual equivalent of white noise, and L was becoming indifferent to them. "Thanks. Your words, too," he said automatically.
The previously bemused, light-hearted atmosphere seemed fairly subdued, by now. L cleared his throat, switching fingers because he'd nearly chewed through the skin of his well-calloused right index. "You're right. I'm broad to respond... I'm sorry, but I have to be. But... I think that I can tell you what I feel about this world and the people in it. I hate the world, and dislike many of the people," he said in a soft voice. "I feel toyed with and mocked every moment, and confused even when I sleep." he gnawed harder at his finger, a shadow falling over his pale, stormy face. "When it ends, I think that we'll all..." he stopped, glancing at Dorian. "I..." deliberately, he clasped his hands and let them drop into his lap. "I can't say, Dorian."