It wasn't supposed to happen like this, how could he let Kira win? Yet here he was, lying on the cold floor as his enemy sat above him like a predator watching his target, grinning in such a way that made L sick just looking at it, it was the face of someone who had finally achieved their goal, yet it wasn't that of innocent happiness, it was gloating and malicious, the face of evil. L Lawliet, the world's top 3 greatest detectives had been defeated, and by a mere 17 year old nonetheless, granted the 17 year old in question had skills that rivaled his own and a supernatural notebook, it still hurt to realize he lost. Light gazed at his "friend" on the floor in mock fear and curiousity, he had finally done it, he had won, he could finally create a new world worthy of a god like himself! Something in the back of the boy's mind stung for attention though, a small portion of whatever conscience he had left hidden so deep even he himself had forgotten it lurked there was burning, it was crying out for his lost friend and Light could feel it, he always tried to ignore that part of his mind, but no matter how shattered his soul became, that part of him always remained, begging for attention. Light had always been a gifted actor, but as a parting gift to L, he let genuine tears flow before he returned to face his new kingdom.