[What L wouldn't give to be able to tell, instantly, what every smile means just with a glance. He knows that there are words that go unsigned and unsaid in every one of Cesar's, and it's his own language handicap, the fact that he can't quite catch them.

:)

He pushes the corners of his mouth up, wishing that it really was that simple to magically put someone at ease and give them a reason to be glad.]

I've not heard of that organization but I believe that you're getting your echoes back from a "top scientist" in the future. Do you think he had a long and bright one? His future, I mean...

[He hopes so, knowing full well that his Other died when he was younger than Lazarus is now, soaking wet.]