NIGHT 65: WEST WING, SOUTH HALL 1-A

[his_legacy]

[From here]

No time was wasted in this short stretch of hallway. Link had run across all of Hyrule Field. This hospital was quite small in comparison.

Praying that he wouldn't come across anything to slow him down, Link turned into the main hallways.

[To here]

Comments

[ryuuzaki]

[From here.]

... Lingormr. As L had been preparing to leave, Lingormr had had his head buried in the pile of books, apparently medical, that he had pulled out upon arrival.

He seemed egotistical, possibly unreliable, certainly not very subtle about it. The reason why was an open question: it might be cultural, might be his personality, and it was most likely an inextricable blend of both—personality didn't develop in a vacuum. L hardly ever really trusted anyone—his basic level of human interaction was one founded on at least mild suspicion—but several of his observations of Lingormr had increased his innate skepticism. Apart from that, it irritated L that Lingormr had given away their room number so freely, that he was inviting people to drop by and take things... yet at the same time, expressing his annoyance could raise a red flag: why such concern about your privacy, Ryuuzaki?

The best L could do was to lock away anything important, anything that he would find difficult to replace, on the argument that you never knew who might be going in and out of your room after you left it at night. It therefore wasn't necessarily a demonstration of personal distrust. It had always been his habit, even with the roommate he had come close to trusting.

For now, the entire topic was a distraction. His own death would solve any roommate problems in a definitive way, and if not, they would still be there when he felt better. Unless there was a good reason for it, he couldn't afford to spend all of his time trying to determine whether or not Lingormr was self-serving and, if so, to precisely what degree. Even if it became obvious that he was, dealing with it... no, deciding whether or not it was something he wanted to try to deal with on his own... would still have to wait a while.

Nina didn't seem to be at the meeting point. L decided to peek around the corner to see if Lana was waiting, and—yes, there she was, resting against the wall in the corridor. Nina would have to pass that way to reach their original rendezvous anyway, so it would be easier to intercept her than to force her to double back.

[To here.]