[There might have been children at Wammy's who dreamed of their mentor coming to them at night and quietly singing them to sleep the way an actual parental figure would do. As if they were someone special. As if all their studying meant something. Near hadn't been one of those children. If he had been, he imagines he would have been fairly disappointed with the reality of things.
That's not a fair way to think, though. L is under duress and hypnotism.]
That's good.
[Stop, says the voice underneath.]
Keep going.
[Tell me about your favorite foods. List them off. He starts with simple things. Mundane requests. If he allows these, he might be more pliable when it comes to more difficult commands. These are harmless, hardly worth struggling against. It's just a list of a different sort.
He slides a bit lower to the ground, keeping himself from looking in any way intimidating.]
no subject
That's not a fair way to think, though. L is under duress and hypnotism.]
That's good.
[Stop, says the voice underneath.]
Keep going.
[Tell me about your favorite foods. List them off. He starts with simple things. Mundane requests. If he allows these, he might be more pliable when it comes to more difficult commands. These are harmless, hardly worth struggling against. It's just a list of a different sort.
He slides a bit lower to the ground, keeping himself from looking in any way intimidating.]