At least Nathan's breathing seems to be evening out. Lazarus notes that what he's doing seems to be helping, even if only minorly, and keeps rubbing his back gently. There's no rush, they're in no danger, just out here in a field where spring has demanded more time and effort.

He furrows his brow. Investigation team? Right, he realizes it must have been after L's death if Nathan's Other was in charge of one.

"I see... I think that anyone witnessing that would have a difficult time," he murmurs, thinking back to the time when he saw someone's brains blown out in front of him. Difficult, indeed. "Is it getting any better? Do you want more time? Take as much as you need, we're safe here."

Even with strange things like that happening, with no apparent trigger... what is going on, here?