"You toy with me... you want me to die, and then to live... you are not so much 'insane' as 'immature...' you treat something too roughly, it breaks, and you blame everything but yourself!" L broke away, but was shaking too badly to stand. He crawled around to the other side of the tree, remembering what it was to swing from the limb and feel life fade like a dream on waking.
If this was a dream... he was more than ready to wake up. He wanted to be away from Light, more now than ever before.