036. Video - Yagami Light Mark II
[Those who are close to Light may recognise the differences: a younger face, a softer eye, even if with five years and a lot of guilt lifted from him, very little has intrensically changed. The haircut is still the same, the voice identical. Caution has guided his arrival here, because since arriving early this morning he's been locked away in a bunker.
He's had time to look. Time to see himself speaking so flippantly, time to be horrified--not at his own actions, because what the Light he's seen is saying is impossible, but the lengths to which L himself would go to test him. Maybe this was some kind of state of the art virtual reality. Maybe actors. However he's done it doesn't matter; that he has is more horrifying. So much for friendship.
He looks weary when he turns on the device, sitting on the wall outside the apartment building, his collar pulled loose in the hot sun, after all, it had been right at the end of October when he'd left.]
You won't let it rest until there's not even a single percent left, I get it. But whatever this is - this hallucination - it's not going to work. I've already told you the truth, and there's nothing more to it than that.
In the unlikely possibility that this place is real...
[He'd known what he was going to say, but now he's not so sure. If he accepts it's real, does he have to accept what he himself had said? What he had said to all these people, about murdering hundreds of thousands out of some twisted sense of justice?]
--I guess that's all I wanted to say.
He's had time to look. Time to see himself speaking so flippantly, time to be horrified--not at his own actions, because what the Light he's seen is saying is impossible, but the lengths to which L himself would go to test him. Maybe this was some kind of state of the art virtual reality. Maybe actors. However he's done it doesn't matter; that he has is more horrifying. So much for friendship.
He looks weary when he turns on the device, sitting on the wall outside the apartment building, his collar pulled loose in the hot sun, after all, it had been right at the end of October when he'd left.]
You won't let it rest until there's not even a single percent left, I get it. But whatever this is - this hallucination - it's not going to work. I've already told you the truth, and there's nothing more to it than that.
In the unlikely possibility that this place is real...
[He'd known what he was going to say, but now he's not so sure. If he accepts it's real, does he have to accept what he himself had said? What he had said to all these people, about murdering hundreds of thousands out of some twisted sense of justice?]
--I guess that's all I wanted to say.