[L waits, patiently, for her contempt to work itself out. He is familiar with the desire to express it, even colorfully at times, in spite of his rather deadpan presentation.]

I don't know if it's any comfort whatsoever, but you actually will adjust in time. You might even find that when you become a monster, a part of you wonders if it was what you were always meant to be.

[This happens to be something he's incredibly ambivalent about, himself.

The crowd of people are beginning to disperse. None of them are willing to approach with a full-fledged demon present. They're wiser for it.]