Light held out his arm, the chains of his right arm soon forming into said weapon. His normal pistol. It was aimed at L but he didn't look like he was about to do anything with it. To emphasize that point, he put his own safety on as well.
The kittens, though, saw the gun and tensed up, the white one looking wary and ready to move, but the black one scratching more at Light's cast in an attempt to escape. It could obviously tell something was amiss, and it wanted no part in the events.
"T-they eat. I e-eat. We both get w-wh-what we n-need...I just haven't s-slept very well lately. K-k-kind of hard to, w-when all I really get is n-n-nightmares now. I wonder if it's just m-me or if C-C-C-Carrion's torture lasts longer than o-o-originally thought." He spoke in Japanese, wanting to make sure he got his words across right. His English wasn't as good as before the torture, as had been made obvious by the journal posts, and he knew L understood his native language, so he didn't hesitate to use it since he could.
His voice was still plagued by that horrid stutter, though. And he almost didn't want to talk in front of L because of that. What a horrible impression this must make on him, especially knowing just how much better Light was before all of this.