[Distractedly, L nods. Near's right; it doesn't matter. Not much does, now, or at least it won't to L.]
Grounding techniques. Confirmation of known truths, periodically, until comprehension fails.
[Because it is a matter of when, and not if. Sooner, rather than later. Forcefully, he rubs at his face and his eyes. Wake up; remain clear.]
Physically, it manifests as ice and lightning.
[Both lovely, mean, and lethal.]
Primarily offensive spells...
[Because Light handles defense.]
I supplement with blood, for greater power, or greater ease in manifesting when I don't have to time or the means for runes.
[Because Light handles healing. L's already pale, already wincing, because he knows that if he's mad, but still able to perform magic, it'll go badly for anyone close to him. Even a Bonded; even Near, whose preservation is like L himself surviving in a way.]
Your chance to defend against me is greatest if I can't access my blood through injury, self-inflicted or otherwise... unless it's enough to finish the job, obviously.
[L can use a knife in the back to his advantage, but only so long as he's not incapacitated.]
That's a likely eventuality. If it comes to that I don't want to exist as a mindless threat and a problem for others to fend off.
[No matter how much you can learn from it, goes unspoken but heavily implied. L is sure that Near would find his frothing and gnashing Cwyld-husk perfectly fascinating even through the pain of what it would do to their Bond in this dream, but he still finds the thought of it gruesome, repugnant.]
no subject
Grounding techniques. Confirmation of known truths, periodically, until comprehension fails.
[Because it is a matter of when, and not if. Sooner, rather than later. Forcefully, he rubs at his face and his eyes. Wake up; remain clear.]
Physically, it manifests as ice and lightning.
[Both lovely, mean, and lethal.]
Primarily offensive spells...
[Because Light handles defense.]
I supplement with blood, for greater power, or greater ease in manifesting when I don't have to time or the means for runes.
[Because Light handles healing. L's already pale, already wincing, because he knows that if he's mad, but still able to perform magic, it'll go badly for anyone close to him. Even a Bonded; even Near, whose preservation is like L himself surviving in a way.]
Your chance to defend against me is greatest if I can't access my blood through injury, self-inflicted or otherwise... unless it's enough to finish the job, obviously.
[L can use a knife in the back to his advantage, but only so long as he's not incapacitated.]
That's a likely eventuality. If it comes to that I don't want to exist as a mindless threat and a problem for others to fend off.
[No matter how much you can learn from it, goes unspoken but heavily implied. L is sure that Near would find his frothing and gnashing Cwyld-husk perfectly fascinating even through the pain of what it would do to their Bond in this dream, but he still finds the thought of it gruesome, repugnant.]