L heard Nel approaching, and raised one hand at her, weakly. He didn't want her getting involved. This was between himself, and Ulquiorra.
“I'd have found you sooner if I'd known you weren't, I'd have looked for you,” L said, his voice weak, and strained, as he spoke in Rozarrian to Ulquiorra. “I thought I'd be the only one left behind. I'd be the only one who ever knew what I'd done. You were never supposed to lose them, Ulquiorra, you were supposed to be with them.”
Ulquiorra picked him up off the floor again, one handed, and slammed him hard against the wall, head first, hard enough that L's vision blurred and he felt oddly woozy. L felt a hand at his throat, tightening, and through the bleary haze and failing vision, he asked, in mainland Spiran, his voice weak, “Are you going to kill me, Ulquiorra?” That hand tightened for a moment, and he could feel the moment of hesitation. There was a genuine desire there to kill him, perhaps, at least for the moment.
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“I'd have found you sooner if I'd known you weren't, I'd have looked for you,” L said, his voice weak, and strained, as he spoke in Rozarrian to Ulquiorra. “I thought I'd be the only one left behind. I'd be the only one who ever knew what I'd done. You were never supposed to lose them, Ulquiorra, you were supposed to be with them.”
Ulquiorra picked him up off the floor again, one handed, and slammed him hard against the wall, head first, hard enough that L's vision blurred and he felt oddly woozy. L felt a hand at his throat, tightening, and through the bleary haze and failing vision, he asked, in mainland Spiran, his voice weak, “Are you going to kill me, Ulquiorra?” That hand tightened for a moment, and he could feel the moment of hesitation. There was a genuine desire there to kill him, perhaps, at least for the moment.