16th Song [Accidental Video]

[papipupepon]

[Video turns on to reveal Kenta curled up in a miserable ball in a corner of his and L's room, crazed scribblings across the wall behind him; knees pulled up to his chest and eyes shut tight, hands over his ears. He's rocking back and forth, silent tears streaming down his cheeks, one of which is faintly bruised

Comments

[deus_per_libri]

You seem to need help?

[Text] Oh! Low Light!

[papipupepon]

I can handle it. I CAN HANDLE IT.

I don't want.
Others to see him like this.

[deus_per_libri]

Isn't that rather selfish of you?

[Text]

[papipupepon]

How do you suppose?

[deus_per_libri]

I'm his friend. From his world. I might be able to help.

[Text]

[papipupepon]

He doesn't want YOUR help, he was terrified when you first appeared here. I don't care what he might have said to you in this condition, the point of the matter IS that he isn't in his right mind.

[deus_per_libri]

I hope you know what you are doing. Very well. Contact me if you change your mind.

[Text]

[papipupepon]

Of course I don't know what I'm doing.

But anything is better than trusting him with you.

[deus_per_libri]

I also hope he won't suffer needlessly as a result of your stubbornness. Contrary to what you believe, I'm his friend and I care about his welfare. Once you're willing to set aside your meaningless hostility towards me, let me know and I can help look after him.

[Text]

[papipupepon]

Don't even pretend you care more about him than I do, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

[deus_per_libri]

I wasn't intending a 'who cares more' competition. Merely trying to get you to understand that a familiar face from home might sometimes be more beneficial in circumstances like these.

Goodbye for now; like I've already said, contact me when you're ready to accept my help.

[Text]

[papipupepon]

Don't hold your breath.