L drew his knees closer to his chest, feeling his heart pounding. He was growing to hate the times he spent with Light... more than he ever had before, simply because of the young man's unpredictability and, yes, madness. He shivered, listening to Light rant, and chose to remain silent. He wanted to live... even if killing Light was all he had to live for at present, he wanted to live that life with every fiber in his soul. His neck ached, and he knew that if he spoke his voice would be hoarse... he had come so close to throwing the game just so he could win it in the end.
What was he doing? How was he winning, allowing Light to tear him apart like this?