[Despite all the other inflections, intones and the like that Beyond has in his repertoire of voices, if L had ever memorized his voice at a time where he wasn't entirely corrupt, he may remember the tone on his lips. If not, it's the least insane and insensitive as he's sounded this whole conversation.]

I believe, even if you are abhorrent to me, now, and even through the lie you were spitting through your venom. You may really have wanted to help. I wanted to believe you, Sir.

[With a sigh that brings back the part of his mind that always floods in the many voices he's created on his own to reign one loud, obnoxious, pushy voice.]
I'm a poster child for reaching for your dreams, Sir. I'd missed our chats. Dreamed of them.