[L's owl-eyed gaze flickers up at that dark edge; its chilling certainty has his attention. Either it's opposite day, with L losing his cool confidence and Alexi gaining smoldering determination, or this just means that much to both of them.

It's a humbling prospect that leaves L stunned.]

That... makes two of us, then. My mission statement was simple when I started this business: I want to help Numbered people, and if I don't have that, then...

[He kneels, tracing the "L" carved into the mannequin's chest with a slender fingertip.]

...I don't have anything.