The more Kal talked, the more L hated him. It was true that he was hurt, and it was true that he'd be in more pain before this ended. His clenched fists shook at his sides as Kal correctly identified his status as a typical, frail mastermind, brilliant but helpless against a physically stronger adversary.
Kal had called L's bluff, and now the young genius was trying to gauge whether Kal had one. He had stopped a bullet with his forehead, so it was possible that he could survive a blast like the one L had set to detonate if he spoke a single three-syllable word.
He tightened his lips. "I'm man enough to know that, if I'm going to die, I don't want a bully like you to end my life. I'll do that myself. 'Strawberry.'"