L knew that "wrigglers" were to trolls what very young children were to humans, and he'd heard it many times daily even before his break with reality: don't be a child. You're too old, too clever, too powerful for this to be acceptable. "Too sane" was no longer a viable reason, so people had stopped with that, out of respect that only came coupled with pity.

"You're not locking me up?" He inquired, returning to Gamzee's side and nudging the sitting troll's knee with his bare toe. "I disagree. But I will say that you are not leaving... even though it would be tempting, for some. And how can I prove it?" he asked quietly, crouching so that he and Gamzee were at eye-level. "I want to see him. And I know he must want to see me. It's how we are, we're..."