Sometimes Roger wondered: was it fair?

These children, innocent, brilliant, children, raised…to their deaths.

Oh, certainly not all of Wammy's students died in their line of work. Many of them went on to be quite successful. But what they learned there, what they aspired to their entire childhoods…was a death sentence.

L. What L did was dangerous. He knew it. Wammy knew it. But the children who wanted to be L, did they know?

Roger sighed. That was a stupid question. They were geniuses; of course they knew. But still, it would take becoming L to fully understand it. L made his choice to become what he was, but his potential "successors" never had a choice in being raised to replace him when he met the death he knew was coming.

Was it fair?

Was it fair that A and B cracked under the pressure? That A committed suicide and B went insane and landed himself in jail, to be eventually killed by Kira?

Was it fair that Mello should be raised to believe so strongly in a cause he hardly understood, that it – combined with a fierce competitiveness he could not control – would lead him to run away, join the mafia, leading a dangerous life in a cruel world, just to prove he could be L?

Was it fair that Matt, sweet, happy, lazy Matt, should follow Mello down his destructive path, all in the name of love?

Was it fair for them to knowingly walk right into their deaths?

But then, if they had never come to Wammy's, what might have become of them? They were orphans; they would have gone into the system. A and B still would have been unstable; Mello still would have looked down on everyone and Matt would still have been lazy. Would either of them have even had friends? What would they be if they had never met?

And Near. Roger glanced across the room to where the new "L" was busy constructing a Lego replica of Wammy's house, probably working out the newest case – the file open on the floor beside him – in his head while he built.

Near didn't have the easiest life at Wammy's. He didn't really have friends, and he was the constant butt of jokes and pranks (courtesy of Matt and Mello), but in a "normal" life, how might he have fared?

Lonely, bored, misunderstood. At Wammy's, at least, he had been given stimulation, challenges, human interaction (friendly or not), and above all, a purpose – something to look forward to.

Roger turned from his young charge to the photo of Quilish on his desk, and beside it, a framed portrait of Matt and Mello that Linda had sent him when she heard of their deaths.

In a nearby cemetery, Matt was buried with a charred rosary in his hands, the gravestone marked for both of them.

Was it fair?

No, probably not.

But was it right?


A/N: Small shift from my Hetalia phase because two weeks ago Kat went to bed early and I started thinking about Death Note and why I love it so much and I was falling asleep…and this idea came to me. Just a little character speculation. Hope you liked it!