Light's been feeling oddly hollow for the last week, which is why he finds himself on a third-floor corridor, outside the weathered door to the shore room. Looking for something to look at, he's about to go in - except then he hears quick footsteps behind him, and turns to see which pest they belong to.
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*Friendly neighbourhood Sayu.*
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What can I do for you, Sayu?
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[He doesn't sound angry, not exactly: he's hurt, and telling himself he isn't.]
What else did you have planned for today? Anything in particular?
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[The sketchbook's slightly in front of him.]
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What have you been up to, since I saw you last? Still thinking about getting that cat?
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And so completely dependent on you.
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[It's not a relevant topic, anyway. He'd warned her, and he's disappointed by her lack of foresight - but that's nothing new.]
Sayu, you and I need to talk.
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What made you think it was a good idea to discuss me with the others here?
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They ask, and you - you tell them whatever they ask?
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