They look the other way largely because little is understood about the Mirrorbound. Our crimes don't fall under the same jurisdiction, or much of one at all, because our sentences could end with not even a second's notice, should we vanish back through the mirrors.

[He shrugs one shoulder, canting his head as Light draws closer, as if to position his mouth more invitingly for another. Needed, it might not be... but L doubts that his acquirement of such skills he possesses won't be useless in the game ahead, the new terms, the cunning distractions they can provide each other with.]

I hate being bored, Light. What we do in this place to pay the bills is of no consequence to me. Challenges are my passion, and as long as I have one to apply myself to in my free time, I'm content. If the challenge is the thus-far inaccessible one of "making a dent" on this world, well... I suppose my work is cut out for me.

[Work remains, because here, he isn't dead, and doesn't need to be. There are actually a handful of people who would miss him terribly if he simply ceased to exist, and another couldn't slip unnoticed into his place, speak with his voice, use his name for clout and craft.]

You're not a child, so... the way you talk about "hate" amuses me. It's very flexible, when the terms are clearly outlined. Just a sign that something needs to change. You can do a lot with it; it's a kind of passion, after all.