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[Rain. Nothing but rain, forever falling, grey and misty. It looks like Light feels.
He's been here so long. Too long.
The umbrella showed up in his wardrobe, eventually: he'd glared, and accepted it. The rain is still splashing around his legs, though. He's come here reasonably often: he remembers this place, and the rain. The roof of the headquarters in Shinjuku, and stupid L, and his stupid bells. Long ago.
He's always cherished his solitude, his separation from the world. Except that there had always been something. People who worshipped him, followed him, believed in him. Colleagues and family and so-called friends, all of them tugged along by the wires in his hand - he hadn't needed them, but they had been there. Feeding him. In this place, he's more alone than he's ever been. Except for half an hour, one Thursday afternoon, and that - he tells himself it doesn't count. He's going to erase it.
Not quite so deep down as it once was, he wants to go home.]
[[OOC: private to cipherhood.]]
He's been here so long. Too long.
The umbrella showed up in his wardrobe, eventually: he'd glared, and accepted it. The rain is still splashing around his legs, though. He's come here reasonably often: he remembers this place, and the rain. The roof of the headquarters in Shinjuku, and stupid L, and his stupid bells. Long ago.
He's always cherished his solitude, his separation from the world. Except that there had always been something. People who worshipped him, followed him, believed in him. Colleagues and family and so-called friends, all of them tugged along by the wires in his hand - he hadn't needed them, but they had been there. Feeding him. In this place, he's more alone than he's ever been. Except for half an hour, one Thursday afternoon, and that - he tells himself it doesn't count. He's going to erase it.
Not quite so deep down as it once was, he wants to go home.]
[[OOC: private to cipherhood.]]