There are so many questions, and many of them are also on Lazarus' mind. It sounds strange and ridiculous to him to say some of what he's echoed back out loud, but he presses forward, nevertheless.
"Your guess is as good as mine," he mumbles. "And that... sounds viable, you know. It seems to fit, doesn't it?"
He's troubled by it, as if it is a confession, but it's not like he's never gone after people just for vengeance's sake. He doesn't have a leg to stand on in that regard.
"It's true, we don't know that L was right," he says, despite feeling, strongly, that it is the case. He can't help it; the feeling seems to run deeper than bone. "I don't remember a fight, so these must have taken place at different times," he surmises. "My guess is that they're different memories... clearly, L and Light didn't see eye to eye, and if one was a suspect and the other was a detective I can see why."
What a mess.
"There's more to my own memory. It was quite a lot of information," he says, an unspoken apology nevertheless coloring his tone. "He also said, again verbatim, 'If the Yotsuba group believes that Misa could be their lead to finding L, then they'll say that they want to interview you to discuss their advertising campaign. They'll use that opportunity to question her. Thanks to Matsuda's screwup, they may already be considering Misa as their new spokesperson, so this could work.' Light was strongly against it, saying that it was too dangerous, but you-- I mean, Misa, was just anxious to help him. She was even... happy? Flattered, that he was worried about her? It was very strange. You even said that you... wouldn't speak even if you were tortured, after Light said that they might try to get you to reveal the identity of the detective L."
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"Your guess is as good as mine," he mumbles. "And that... sounds viable, you know. It seems to fit, doesn't it?"
He's troubled by it, as if it is a confession, but it's not like he's never gone after people just for vengeance's sake. He doesn't have a leg to stand on in that regard.
"It's true, we don't know that L was right," he says, despite feeling, strongly, that it is the case. He can't help it; the feeling seems to run deeper than bone. "I don't remember a fight, so these must have taken place at different times," he surmises. "My guess is that they're different memories... clearly, L and Light didn't see eye to eye, and if one was a suspect and the other was a detective I can see why."
What a mess.
"There's more to my own memory. It was quite a lot of information," he says, an unspoken apology nevertheless coloring his tone. "He also said, again verbatim, 'If the Yotsuba group believes that Misa could be their lead to finding L, then they'll say that they want to interview you to discuss their advertising campaign. They'll use that opportunity to question her. Thanks to Matsuda's screwup, they may already be considering Misa as their new spokesperson, so this could work.' Light was strongly against it, saying that it was too dangerous, but you-- I mean, Misa, was just anxious to help him. She was even... happy? Flattered, that he was worried about her? It was very strange. You even said that you... wouldn't speak even if you were tortured, after Light said that they might try to get you to reveal the identity of the detective L."