What good? That would be the depressive aspect of Nathan's brain talking, right there. But he keeps that to himself, having already expressed a milder version of it already.

He unwinds his fingers from his hair, finally, but he rolls over the little bedside table with his new (or old, all things considered) puzzle on it. Trading one calming activity for another. He shifts a few pieces around, looking for a hint of drawing or shading, but every single one of them so far seems to be pure white.

"With that, you should of course also expect the possibility of several Echoes." Just a fair warning. Having them come in quick succession can be dizzying, and Micah has only had a few so far and probably isn't yet accustomed to the feeling.

More sorting through the pieces, and still all white. Hm. "To put together what's already been said . . . in that life, our Others competed to take the place of L, who was considered to be the greatest detective in the world. That's why the intensive language programs; a case could turn up anywhere and they needed to be effective communicators.

"All three of our Others grew up and were educated in an orphanage called Wammy's House, located in Winchester, Great Britain."

Nathan leaves it there for the moment, still sorting through puzzle pieces, watching out of the corner of his eye for any telltale sign of an Echo.