Perhaps, your "intent" will one day revive those children, but I think it very unlikely. I suppose this is life, though. The rich will always trample the poor for sport and entertainment, and pass it off as good will. Maybe, you even believe yourself, too. I can't imagine recognizing one's ugliness can be too easy, mm? [Sniffs.] You do not know me; you do not speak of me at your whim. Tell them about A and his pathetic drug problem, but leave me out of this game.
Indeed, it is life, although I no longer belong to it. I may have been rich when you knew me, Beyond, but I was not always. I had to work my way up to my position as a highly renowned inventor. Perhaps I did not come from as broken a background as you, but I spent much of my younger years dodging my alcoholic father once my mother had died. When I grew up, and earned the money, I wanted to help other children from less fortunate backgrounds.
It was idealistic of me, and I quite probably did more bad than good, but I did try. Roger and I may have had delusions of grandeur in imagining ourselves to have to ability to help you all, but we at least spared a thought for you and the others. We at least recognised the need for something to be done, even if we did not manage to fulfil it.
If it had not been Wammy's, it would have been some other nameless institution where neither the staff nor the other students wanted you. So you would have been better off, there wouldn't have been the pressure to become the next L, there wouldn't have been the code-naming nor the gruelling testing, but would you have been satisfied now?
Even if you had, by lucky chance been sent to a different orphanage, the conditions would hardly have been satisfactory. Maybe you would still have had murderous tendencies, and maybe you would still have been bitter.
Because that's what lies at the heart of it. You're bitter about your treatment at Wammy's, and, believe me, I realise, and I regret. But what can I do about it now? What do you want me to change? Here I am, sitting here on a cloud, in, since you doubt I'm in heaven, let's call it the afterlife. I can do little more than talk to you and the others. What do you want me to say?
