*Cesar lies there for a few minutes, attention sharpened by the latest vibration-hum of another text. He waits for his mind to wander.*
*His patience falls through before it has the time. Cesar picks up the phone, thumbing the screen on and reading the bottom message.*
*He doesn't put the phone down again. He remembers this 'L', and this recent clarity he's having is also letting him see that as self-deluded as he is, L clearly wants some kind of answer. A kind one would be a neat little reassurance. An honest one would admit that Cesar didn't think he'd ever been a numbered, and that they'd had their tragedies for nothing. There was never anything special about any of them. They were just idiots, playing with fire and mourning the burns.*
*The words stick to the back of his mind as though it wasn't just his voice that was removed, but his ability to communicate at all. He doesn't reply, but he sits there, unable to put the phone away.*
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[Text]
Date: 2014-12-18 03:38 am (UTC)*His patience falls through before it has the time. Cesar picks up the phone, thumbing the screen on and reading the bottom message.*
*He doesn't put the phone down again. He remembers this 'L', and this recent clarity he's having is also letting him see that as self-deluded as he is, L clearly wants some kind of answer. A kind one would be a neat little reassurance. An honest one would admit that Cesar didn't think he'd ever been a numbered, and that they'd had their tragedies for nothing. There was never anything special about any of them. They were just idiots, playing with fire and mourning the burns.*
*The words stick to the back of his mind as though it wasn't just his voice that was removed, but his ability to communicate at all. He doesn't reply, but he sits there, unable to put the phone away.*