[There's disruption in the small flat that Light shares with L - or as the city knows him, Deneuve - this morning. He's more than a little frantic, and the first the video feed sees of him is a streak of black as his NV falls off the table and clatters to the floor. Light is rifling through a pile of papers with both hands, a phone tucked between
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Sounds like you lost someone important.
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I lost L. He's a recluse, and his nature is survival first--there's no way he'd be out after the siren.
I killed him--in my past. If he's gone back then he's dead; he won't come back here again. He's a relic; I can't say I regret killing him, but at the same time seeing him alive was something I couldn't help but be grateful for. No battle between us, just two people who understood each other very well, and there were so many questions left to ask.
[A pause.]
We didn't even play tennis. [And then another.] You're probably not at all interested, I apologise.
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...Hm. That's what happens when you don't do the stuff you want to do when people are still there. You just keep putting it off, and then it's too late.
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[He'll start thinking you're jealous, Jack.]
I've never dealt with anything like this before. People don't just get lost.
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Happens more often than you might think. What would you like me to say? That I'm sorry for your loss?
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Thank you.
This apartment is...going to seem strangely empty without him in it.
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You're asking me to keep you company?
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