"No, I hadn't noticed." Likely for a different reason; gods weren't so keen of keeping track of time as humans. For mortals it was a matter of dwindling days, each one passing that much closer to their own deaths. For gods, divisions of time were unnecessary, simply a way of dividing the torturous boredom of Heaven. Homura had learned about such things early on, from the way light shifted into his cell, and how his guards moved about. He hadn't started caring about it until recently, however. Just before he was brought to this prison, in those days when there simply wasn't enough time to accomplish all he had needed to before his age caught up with him.
Time had become much more important once Homura himself was dying. But that was neither here nor there.
The observation was a good one, and for now satisfied Homura. Particularly the last part: how far did Landel's grasp reach indeed? Were the visitors kept prisoner on the facility, or did they live the lives assigned to them off site, in the town they had visited? Homura himself planned to find out the next time they went to that town, but that trip was several days away. Hopefully he would learn much more before then, including from the stranger beside him.
"You haven't told me your name." And the man probably still wouldn't, but at least Homura would have some means to address him. "Or how you plan on getting the information from me. I'm willing enough to go with it for now. At the very least, until we see if something useful will come out of it."
And until he learned more about the man beside him. Though Homura couldn't speak for Mustang, Hitsugaya might not be so interested in L's motives. Homura, on the other than, was far more suspicious, particularly of anyone who made it obvious that they were hiding something. Perhaps it would have something to do with their mutual imprisonment, or not. But Homura was a curious person, someone who sought to understand how people worked.
That understanding was invaluable in Heaven, and no doubt would be here as well.
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Time had become much more important once Homura himself was dying. But that was neither here nor there.
The observation was a good one, and for now satisfied Homura. Particularly the last part: how far did Landel's grasp reach indeed? Were the visitors kept prisoner on the facility, or did they live the lives assigned to them off site, in the town they had visited? Homura himself planned to find out the next time they went to that town, but that trip was several days away. Hopefully he would learn much more before then, including from the stranger beside him.
"You haven't told me your name." And the man probably still wouldn't, but at least Homura would have some means to address him. "Or how you plan on getting the information from me. I'm willing enough to go with it for now. At the very least, until we see if something useful will come out of it."
And until he learned more about the man beside him. Though Homura couldn't speak for Mustang, Hitsugaya might not be so interested in L's motives. Homura, on the other than, was far more suspicious, particularly of anyone who made it obvious that they were hiding something. Perhaps it would have something to do with their mutual imprisonment, or not. But Homura was a curious person, someone who sought to understand how people worked.
That understanding was invaluable in Heaven, and no doubt would be here as well.