L was... different this time around, Light couldn't deny it.

And okay, maybe he was somewhat different, too. And, yes: maybe he was starting to realize there had been other times: alternate timelines or something.

But as Light sat at a table in a café—on a rainy night, where things had just gone so horribly with L—he was pretty sure he knew why L was so upset with him.

Last time, L had been kinder to Light than ever... and had promised him that if he confessed to being Kira, he wouldn't be put to death...

But Light had still betrayed him. And in his last moments, Light had greatly regretted losing his Ryuga for nothing, as everything burnt down around him.

And that was the first thought Light had had when he'd woken up in this new world, before he'd forgotten it and everything else.

But L... perhaps he now hated Light more than ever before, for having said no to that olive branch.

And maybe that was why Light—much, much later, as he laid in a hospital bed-couldn't find it in him to be upset or even scared, when he found his name written in a Death Note once more, by someone else this time, and his life fading away again.

He sadly knew that L would follow him soon, as they were chained together that way.

So as Light died, he found himself thinking of the hand he'd reached out for this time ("let's explore the world of nothingness again, L"), and soon felt those fingers weaving into his own.