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[theworstluck]

Why me?

No... forget I asked. I mean, you seem to think there's something I could actually do if I play this Game. If that's true, I... I think I wouldn't have any other choice but to try.

But, isn't there something else they can take in exchange? I don't want to forget about Raye. I know they take what's most important. You have no idea just how important he is to me.

I'm so sorry.

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[godofnight]

[He gives an exaggerated sigh— a nonverbal your loss. He's not at all surprised by the continued venom, but the predictability is proving to be disappointing. Regardless, it's a barely noticeable dent in an otherwise wonderful reminder of one of his earliest triumphs.]

If you'd like me to leave, then all you have to do is ask politely There's no need to be prickly, Misora-san.

[Why yes, he is telling you to stop being upset over the fact that he killed you and your fiancé.]

You'll be careful at this new home of yours, won't you? I'd hate to see history repeat itself.

[theworstluck]

[It's not like she can arrest him here, and in her book that's the only other kind of attention he deserves. That particular anger, she'll just have to swallow for her own dignity's sake.]

... No, I won't ask you to leave. Actually, if you're so concerned, why don't you come too?

[The Reaper's Game game is one where you have to die to play, so yes, she did just kindly ask him to drop dead. And in addition, she's daring him to be in the same place as her when there's actual consequences. Now she's the one being sarcastic.]

[godofnight]

[Light is amused by the challenge as it's more interesting than anything else ineffectual Naomi Misora has said or done so far, but he leaves the bait untouched. Indulge a stupid dead woman's desire to play games? He'd rather watch paint dry.]

That's very kind of you to extend the invitation. Misery loves company, mm?

[theworstluck]

[Yeah, that's what she thought. Smarmy little coward.]

Well, I'd say that goes both ways.

[Unspoken; your death, when it comes, will be so much more miserable than hers. She is absolutely sure of it, even without her mun confirming it as such.]

[godofnight]

[Ah, but Light's quite convinced that no matter how miserable he may end up (and truthfully, he is abundantly unhappy at the horror/survival games he's been shipped off to for the past year), he will not want Misora's less than delightful presence.

Frankly, he doesn't care enough about her to waste his time harboring anything resembling active loathing for her existence. She was, and always will be, that luckless fool who placed too much trust in a stranger on the streets of Tokyo. A "what-if" that's barely worth remembering.

He's therefore quite content to let her assume the decline of that generous offer has to do with cowardice as underestimating a known enemy is only to her detriment.]

A two-way street, you think?

[ For a moment his demeanor changes, becoming contemplative before returning to his usual practiced air of nonchalance.]

We'd be traveling in opposite directions, of course.

[theworstluck]

I should only hope so.

[Ah, but surely the way he's insistently writing off their interaction in canon as the be-all and end-all means he is the one doing the underestimating? Not that anyone could blame him. As long as the thread exists in a vacuum, he'll always have the upper hand. The world must look nicer from his high horse. No, she won't stop thinking he's a coward, nor will she forget what a coward is capable of. Like a little child that couldn't believe he could be killed.]

I think that's enough hypotheticals for now, though.