The camera flicked on, showing a familiar set-up. This time, however, the backdrop was missing two arguably significant items. One was the sliver platter set up, which seemed to be replaced by a sort of collapsible table. The second was L himself, his absence soon explained by the sound of movement to the side of the camera. Soon enough, L walked into view, holding some sort of plate, clearly out of the same set or design he had been using previously, in his usual as-if-it-were-dirty manner. He placed it delicately on the table, shuffling into a chair now visible to be leather and a little overstuffed. "This is the second video log, although whoever watching these logs should face no problem keeping track of the order. I record these myself." The usual assurance of his quiet though certain words was dulled somehow, mirroring a visibly doleful expression.
L lifted the cover of his latest silver tray, glancing at the contents with great disappointment. Mainly vegetables, the platter included some chicken as well as a roll. He picked out the roll first, seemingly attempting to replace his usual glucose with the next closest thing: carbohydrates. "Watari has insisted that I eat two normal meals per month," he informed the camera, his voice muffled by the food he'd already eaten. "There are already vitamin supplements cooked into many of the food items I eat: for example, the last bit of cake I ate had zucchini in it. However, this is usually in small enough quantities to be either beneficial to the taste or unnoticeable." He set the roll down, clearly taking the painful process of eating a dinner that wouldn't make dentists worldwide weep as slowly as possible.
"Today is not a good day. I am not speaking of the food. I can eat food like this if I please, though I almost never do. Today, I met the suspect for the second Kira, the famous model Misa Amane and girlfriend of the Kira suspect Light Yagami. Also today, Amane was taken into the investigation's custody. Watari is under instruction to torture her for information." L finished the roll and began a weak attempt to eat more vegetables than play with. He took another break from the woes of his meal, the melancholy expression on his face increasing. "I have always taken the policy that one must do what is necessary. If one is wrong, then all one has to do is say sorry."
"I am having difficulty with this concept today. Evil and injustice... they drew too close, one could say. Misa Amane is the poster-child of this nation for innocence and beauty. She is also the number one suspect for one of the countries top two murderers," He mused, shredding a bit of broccoli with his thought process. He stopped fidgeting for a second, staring clearly into the lens for the first time of the current video. "I read once an examination of the role of justice in the Christian bible, mainly of the differences between devils and angels. I am in no means a person of specific religious belief, but it strikes me now that I could never accept the idea of devils. Shinigamis, death gods, perhaps, but never a clear devil."
He had managed to either eat or make inedible enough vegetables to move on to the chicken now, but he seemed hesitant to touch the waiting knife. Instead, he balanced the fork on his middle and forefinger, examining it as he spoke. "Evil has no limits, no boundaries. True evil does not care. This is perhaps what makes it most vile to those who follow the way of justice. However, this also means that evil is perspective. Kira, though clearly a megalomaniac, seems to be under the false impression that he cleanses the world. Therefore, anyone who would get in his way would be evil." L stopped the balancing act, now simply staring into the reflections of the fork.
"By this reasoning, true wickedness cannot exist except to the individual. There will always be someone or something scarier to another, or perhaps not as scary. In any case, there would be some reason why every single person would have their own 'Satan', their own ultimate boundary of evil." L set the fork down slowly, done with his fidgeting. The pensive look in his eyes took on a new note of bitterness. "Evil exists only in each individual. In Kira... And in me. Amane will not have been allowed a full meal in thirteen hours by now," L stated, his tone snapping instantly from thoughtful to professional and corn-starch stiff through the statement.
"I apologize. I've gone horribly off topic today," He continued, his eyes becoming less readable by the second. "Something good... The advancement of the case, of course. Also, it is good to be healthy," L stated, possibly attempting humor. He finally cut into the chicken, stopping immediately at a thin stream of pink bleeding from the new puncture. "...And as I wish to remain so, I will now be going to either get rid of this, or unfortunately, have it cooked properly. Goodnight," L said, setting down the knife and reaching for the recording button, turning away from the camera's view at the last second.