Bad dreams
Light hasn't slept well, since he died.
It's not like back when he first started using the Death Note, when he'd study for hours and then sit up most of the night researching and writing name after name after name, running on what seemed like an infinite well of energy. What he's experiencing is new to him, something he'd not experienced before.
He's having bad dreams.
The one that repeats, the one he has several times a night, is the worst. He can hear a voice screaming over and over, "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" It is his own voice, so full of pain and fear as to be unrecognisable.
Compared to that, the one he just had about the tens of thousands of people he killed wandering through his room, each of them asking him why? why? why? don't even figure. Virtually all of them can be answered with three words.
In his more fanciful moments, he wonders if he's being punished for something.
It's not like back when he first started using the Death Note, when he'd study for hours and then sit up most of the night researching and writing name after name after name, running on what seemed like an infinite well of energy. What he's experiencing is new to him, something he'd not experienced before.
He's having bad dreams.
The one that repeats, the one he has several times a night, is the worst. He can hear a voice screaming over and over, "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" It is his own voice, so full of pain and fear as to be unrecognisable.
Compared to that, the one he just had about the tens of thousands of people he killed wandering through his room, each of them asking him why? why? why? don't even figure. Virtually all of them can be answered with three words.
In his more fanciful moments, he wonders if he's being punished for something.