L added another nine sugar cubes to his half-empty cup of coffee. Morana looked like she was trying to understand, but he wasn't getting through. Either she was dreadfully slow on the uptake, or this sort of thing was completely outside her realm of experience.
"Yes, a gift," he reiterated, making eye contact with her for as long as he could. A few seconds, which probably seemed at least normal, to her. "It's only a curse if you think of it as such, which you definitely shouldn't. It can do so much good, you see." he leaned forward slightly. "There are people, on that team, who deserve, more than anyone else, to die. The world would be a better place, if they died... you could make the world a better place," he said, gazing meaningfully at his own hands. "Isn't that what we all want? To make the world a better place?"