[L doesn't know what he'd expected; more fury, a total breakdown, even the worst possible reaction, derision and cruelty tearing down efforts that would be worthless at best and destructive at worst.

He reads what's been typed, and it's a painful kind of comprehension because it's so familiar.]

Yes, that sounds about right. I am... truly sorry.

[Two months ago, he and Tony went through a similar ordeal. L survived, and came away from it in one piece, another part of that cosmic joke that inexplicably continues to spare someone who should, by every natural law, die easily and quickly.]

How... how long were you there. After they left, and... who came for you?