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re: reserving @ DistantSkies
So this time you intend on ripping my soul out for the world to see. Oh, no, that's fine. Besides, you're going to do it no matter what I say, right?
Damn it. Why do I bother talking to you?
Damn it. Why do I bother talking to you?

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[ Gosh, Lulu, slightly harsh there. How do you know his soul isn't juicy as a satsuma? ]
The new place I'm setting off for splits your soul from your body upon entry and it takes the form of who you really are, although it sounds more like a metaphorical manifestation than anything. Mine's a red-tailed hawk, they're called "daemons".
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[ Knows that, and calls him out on it because dicks are dicks are besties forever. ]
Evidently, my eyes glow red in a meta-fashion that neither you or me will ever witness. A hawk has sharp sight, all of that ... it sounds ridiculous to me.
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[That sounds scary, Misa doesn't like the though of Light having that ripped away at all. She puts her hands on his chest, vaguely hoping to keep his soul inside. Is there even such a thing as a soul? There must be, if Light is concerned about having it taken out.]
Why would anyone want to do that?
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Because people will be able to see what I really am, Misa, which is apparently a novelty.
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[Light is a savior, after all.]
Will it hurt? Doesn't Light need his soul inside?
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[She struggles to take hold of him again, hating the idea of Light being in any pain.]
Wait, Light's soul is an animal...?
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[ He doesn't mind the form of it, soaring over other daemons sounds pretty acceptable as far as his soul's ego goes. He does grasp her hands and give what should be a reassuring squeeze, mainly to stop her scrabbling and making a scene. ]
A daemon is your soul become manifest, it walks by your side and can talk like a human.
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Also: Any interaction between Light and Mrs. Coulter will be amazing.
he'll try and make nice with her, heh
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It's not that I believe in them, it's just a fact of the place I'm supposed to be heading to. You have a soul and it's taken out of you to go around walking and talking like a circus attraction.
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I'm not scared over it, I don't care if everyone can see whatever it is that comes out of me. I have nothing to hide.
[ Have a bland, unimpressed folding of his arms to go with that cheesy smile. ]
It's just wrong, splitting a person up into pieces like that. You shouldn't do it, even if it's possible. People are already complex enough without smashing apart the pieces of their own private jigsaw.
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He'll just keep to the more important business here, which would be:] I never accused you of having something to hide, Yagami-kun.
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[ Justice isn't corny, L, nor are human rights ... as Light views them. ]
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