[L nods, the motion lolling and uncontrolled. His shirt is sticking to his skin beneath the chains that bind him as he burn up with fever, shivering as though he's actually freezing. In fact, in desperate and instinctive magic, a glaze of ice begins to form on his skin before trickling away in failure. He's too warm; it can't stay.
He looks at Near with red-rimmed, heavy-lidded eyes. They seem as though they can't focus on the other man, staring somewhere into a middle distance before faltering blearily, trying again.
They widen. He bolts back against the pole he's tied to, feet scuffing against the dirt floor. It's the first sign L has shown like cowardice, the first sign suggesting that escape might be a motive.]
...A.
[The vowel sighed, a gentle sound, a petrified sound.]
Why... why are you here, you'd...
[Harsh and violent movements, mindless of the bindings or the pole; hurting himself is preferable to this perceived encounter.]
no subject
He looks at Near with red-rimmed, heavy-lidded eyes. They seem as though they can't focus on the other man, staring somewhere into a middle distance before faltering blearily, trying again.
They widen. He bolts back against the pole he's tied to, feet scuffing against the dirt floor. It's the first sign L has shown like cowardice, the first sign suggesting that escape might be a motive.]
...A.
[The vowel sighed, a gentle sound, a petrified sound.]
Why... why are you here, you'd...
[Harsh and violent movements, mindless of the bindings or the pole; hurting himself is preferable to this perceived encounter.]
I didn't know.
[He shakes his head, tense and frantic.]
Please believe that I didn't know.