[Lazarus clung to a similar narrative once. He wanted to think that L was a good man, no, practically a Messiah. Whether that was egotistical or not to hope for, it seemed like a chance to be better than the screwup of wasted potential and depression that Lazarus' life had slumped into before he started getting his echoes. He squandered his talent and his savings and came down to the last dregs of resolve he possessed, and came to the conclusion that he might as well throw those away too in one final gesture of nihilistic self-erasure.

In other words, once everything depended on L being too good for his world.]

Oh...

[He's not sure if her honesty hurts or if it's actually supremely touching that she would be so open with him. He listens silently, without even nods or small sounds to indicate that he understands what she is saying to him.]

Maybe... do you think that everyone from that reality was just stark raving mad? It would definitely explain a lot. I don't think that anyone was a good person, and if we're getting them back bit by bit, I guess... the future seems kind of bleak no matter how you look at it, doesn't it?