Page Seven || [Accidental Video/Video]
[The feed clicks on to reveal Light Yagami in his room, staring in disbelief in the mirror at his now significantly younger self. His eyes continually flick back and forth between his reflection and his much smaller hands; his glare-- one that is extremely out of place on his eight year old face-- is piercing enough that it seems he could incinerate the glass. A minute passes, before finally his expression becomes one of exasperation.]
...Finally out of ideas are you? [A dry laugh.] You're becoming frighteningly redundant you know. If you're so bored that you're repeating ideas left and right, how about you just send me home? And if you even think about sending me back like this, I'll-- [He pauses mid-tirade as a thought occurs to him. ...And unfortunately.]
-Oh for the love of Go- [A hand reaches out for his Blackberry and the feed is cut prematurely.]
-Half an hour later-
[When the feed is turned back on, Light is seen sitting in the Parlor. If he seems almost tranquil about being reverted to a child, it may have something to do with the fit he had finished throwing in the privacy of his room. In contrast to earlier, he is perfectly calm and collected. There is even the hint of a smile.]
To the other residents of the Manor, I don't know how you feel about this, but I for one am tired of the Author treating us as though we have no agency of our own. We may be children this week, but that does not mean we can't coalesce and organize ourselves in a more sensible manner. I'd like to speak to anyone else who is interested in this endeavor. Thank you.
...Finally out of ideas are you? [A dry laugh.] You're becoming frighteningly redundant you know. If you're so bored that you're repeating ideas left and right, how about you just send me home? And if you even think about sending me back like this, I'll-- [He pauses mid-tirade as a thought occurs to him. ...And unfortunately.]
-Oh for the love of Go- [A hand reaches out for his Blackberry and the feed is cut prematurely.]
-Half an hour later-
[When the feed is turned back on, Light is seen sitting in the Parlor. If he seems almost tranquil about being reverted to a child, it may have something to do with the fit he had finished throwing in the privacy of his room. In contrast to earlier, he is perfectly calm and collected. There is even the hint of a smile.]
To the other residents of the Manor, I don't know how you feel about this, but I for one am tired of the Author treating us as though we have no agency of our own. We may be children this week, but that does not mean we can't coalesce and organize ourselves in a more sensible manner. I'd like to speak to anyone else who is interested in this endeavor. Thank you.