L's gaze met Bakura's; what had resembled shame and hesitance a moment before now looked a great deal more like fierce longing (if anything could be fierce, with the cold, perpetual numbness in L's eyes.)

"I think I can be better," he said earnestly, hastily making another move and capturing another one of Bakura's pieces, adding it to his growing collection on the edge of the board. "But of course I'm not getting better, now, like this... It's Light... He has all of my best pieces. He has all of my most important pieces, he has every piece that isn't broken. And he hasn't been to see me once. Don't you think he owes me that?"