L was on his guard, now. Gin was needling him for something, and the direction of the conversation made L uncomfortable, which also made L extremely unhappy. Midgar, Aizen, the stone, all of it was an unhappy set of circumstances for L. Gin knew that; L had made no secret of his unease with it, but L, first and foremost, worked for the clan, and while such an atrocity was Aizen's darling, it also worked in the clan's favour.

So L had done his job, despite his disapproval. This time, there had been no vote, but there weren't any prizes for guessing how L would have voted, this time around.

"Yes," L answered, flatly. He'd seen the trinket, the ultimate power source, literally the concentration of innumerous souls, and yet so much more evil a thing to create and use than mako energy, because these people hadn't died first.

L leaned back slightly on his heels, so he was less hunched over his keyboard, and looked at Gin directly. "Why have you come here, Gin? Neither of us waste time on idle conversation, and I don't believe you're genuinely interested in whether or not I've seen the Philosopher's Stone, so explain what you want and get it over with; I have work to do."