L wished to be a stone. Unsurprisingly, like all of his wishes since their captivity had begun, it didn't come true, and he was left to watch the bottle tip closer to Tony's eyes while his pounding heart battled his breaking mind.
He could stop it. He needed to save the many at the cost of the few, but he could stop it, what monster wouldn't with that power? The back legs of his chair raised then hit the floor hard as he strained forward in a fruitless attempt to physically stop her; he was suddenly desperate to get her attention and try to make a deal, something that might make them both happy, something that could spare Tony the kind of agony she was about to inflict on him.
He nodded earnestly, but when he opened his mouth to start negotiations, not a sound came out. It seemed, ironically, that one of L's wishes had indeed been granted: now that he wanted to talk, he actually couldn't.
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He could stop it. He needed to save the many at the cost of the few, but he could stop it, what monster wouldn't with that power? The back legs of his chair raised then hit the floor hard as he strained forward in a fruitless attempt to physically stop her; he was suddenly desperate to get her attention and try to make a deal, something that might make them both happy, something that could spare Tony the kind of agony she was about to inflict on him.
He nodded earnestly, but when he opened his mouth to start negotiations, not a sound came out. It seemed, ironically, that one of L's wishes had indeed been granted: now that he wanted to talk, he actually couldn't.