Finally... Asleep.
"I'm sorry for being inconsistent... Really, I didn't mean it..." L looked at London with a pleading look.
"But you always did it. I really don't know what you really want..." London uttered with a mixed expression. L had never seen him so disheartened like today. Guilt slowly crept in her heart.
"I'm also tired of this situation, but please... you said we don't have to discuss this topic for two days, right?" L continued. "I can't always do what I want... I also have to fight with myself. I can't explain it to you... it's too long of a story, and if we discuss it, I'm sure we'll only argue again..."
"What are you not telling me, L? If I don't know anything, how am I supposed to help you?" London asked. He was getting desperate.
He remembered asking his younger brother to make a translator machine for women's cry, but Rune said countless scientists had tried to since centuries ago, and until now, nothing had worked.