[L speaks levelly, with calm so complete and careful that it must be some degree of forced. As he breathes (steady, slow), each inhalation is slightly quicker and shallower than the air leaving his lungs.]

I'm telling you to find or create something that's yours, Malakai. A witch with your driven nature has no shortage of opportunities in this place.

[No shortage, so long as Mello is not looking for a friend, a father, or a lover in L. It's the boundary he's drawn, and though Mello may be volatile, and determined, those things come from L at least in part, don't they?]