curiosity
Lawliet was staring up through the gray haze, the ash filtering through like snowflakes or slow-motion rain.
'Hearing bells again?' asked Light.
Lawliet glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes, before returning his gaze to the mist. 'Where does the ash come from?'
'I don't know, L,' said Light.
Lawliet kept staring up at the falling ash. 'Good thing we're detectives, then.'
Light looked at him for a moment, and then laughed.