L glanced in the mirror backing the sink, finding his own haggard, pale face unpleasant to look at and instead glancing at Tony's reflection in the background. He seemed attentive, present, and lucid, which... admittedly wasn't the state L wanted to share such sensitive details of his life with. He comforted himself with the likely possibility that Tony would forget all or most of it.

"I really hated myself. I spent three years in a mental hospital and came out to find almost all the money I made playing chess gone. My uncle spent it before he died so... all I had were those trophies. They were all I'd accomplished and they weren't actually good for anything. So I put them in a wagon, took them to a park, and lit a really big bonfire that I honestly didn't care if I ended up in, too. I got arrested before I could think too much about it."