The gunshot startled L, even though he'd been half-expecting it. It took him right back to that night of course, the last time he'd heard the sound of a gun going off, and for a full minute he could do nothing but hold himself and tremble. After a moment, he found his wits again and advanced towards Light.
L had seen crime scenes before. He'd seen worse than this, but it still turned the contents of his stomach icy and sour. Kneeling, he surveyed the damage.
There was a hole in Light's head. Maybe it matched the one in his heart... or, more precisely, the one in his soul.