[Waking up alive and autonomous should have come as a relief, but Light's in no mood to celebrate his resurrection. His head throbs like a hangover, and the hazy memories of dying in agony haunt him like a half-remembered poltergeist. He wants nothing more than to wash off the lingering sense memory of acid and rot, curl up under a heavy blanket, and not say a word to anyone until he's figured out what the hell to do next.
But instead, he's here. Locked into some sort of dungeon--trapped again, trapped still--without even the solace of being alone and unobserved. Part of him wants to throw back his head and laugh at the hopelessness of it all. Instead, he walks over to examine the door, his seething frustration obvious despite his attempt to sound calm.]
Light Yagami | Death Note
[Waking up alive and autonomous should have come as a relief, but Light's in no mood to celebrate his resurrection. His head throbs like a hangover, and the hazy memories of dying in agony haunt him like a half-remembered poltergeist. He wants nothing more than to wash off the lingering sense memory of acid and rot, curl up under a heavy blanket, and not say a word to anyone until he's figured out what the hell to do next.
But instead, he's here. Locked into some sort of dungeon--trapped again, trapped still--without even the solace of being alone and unobserved. Part of him wants to throw back his head and laugh at the hopelessness of it all. Instead, he walks over to examine the door, his seething frustration obvious despite his attempt to sound calm.]
All right. Let's get this over with.