L sighed, looking sadly at the kittens. They were used to the smell of blood... how was he supposed to feel about that... he did not believe that he was evil, or that he belonged in Niflheim for any reason. Why did knowing that, about the kittens, make them seem even more a part of it?
"Still... if I get it on their fur, they'll lick it off and then they'll be used to the taste," L pointed out. "Flauros is your roommate, right? He's not... coming back, anytime soon, is he?"