She isn't sure what else to take from the fact that L was the one asking questions. They are talking about a man who proclaimed 'I am justice' on television; clearly a bold individual who could get away with many things. But torture? And the police went along with it?
Hands trembling, Misa leans down to set her hot chocolate on the ground before she spills it. It doesn't make sense. Maybe she is focusing on the wrong things, but it just doesn't make sense to her.
"Then why did I kiss you?" she asks, voice small. The question is less directed at Lazarus than her past-self. How could she have bickered playfully with the man who did that to her? How could she have forgiven torture over a single compliment? Why work with him?
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She isn't sure what else to take from the fact that L was the one asking questions. They are talking about a man who proclaimed 'I am justice' on television; clearly a bold individual who could get away with many things. But torture? And the police went along with it?
Hands trembling, Misa leans down to set her hot chocolate on the ground before she spills it. It doesn't make sense. Maybe she is focusing on the wrong things, but it just doesn't make sense to her.
"Then why did I kiss you?" she asks, voice small. The question is less directed at Lazarus than her past-self. How could she have bickered playfully with the man who did that to her? How could she have forgiven torture over a single compliment? Why work with him?