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Watari’s gone.
Everything is happening so fast, I’m so confused.
Who killed him? Where’s the shinigami?
How can you be Kira if-
My heart pounds in my chest, pain searing through my body.
I’m going to die.
You got me.
I’m going to die here, I don’t even have proof of who it is, I can’t go.
I know it’s you.
I can’t go.
My tense muscles suddenly relax, and everything suddenly slows and feels far away, like a dream.
More like a nightmare. I wish this was just a nightmare, that any second I’d wake up.
I think I hit the floor, or I thought I did, until my eyes focused again and saw you above me, false concern, arms that broke my fall supporting me.
It’s all a lie. You don’t care.
You’re like a serpent. I knew from the beginning, and I let you get close. I always knew you'd bite.
All I can do is stare, silent and pleading, and I realise that I am pleading. For you not to kill me, as if it’s not already done.
Your smirk shows that you know that too.
You know that I’m afraid.
It was you.
Satisfaction and fear and desperation crash into each other in chaos.
It was you.
I never wanted it to be.
I knew you’d be the one to kill me, but I never wanted you to be.
You’re not a serpent, that gives you too much credit for your dumb luck and my mistake; a murderer. Of course you had to be; my first friend, the first person who seemed interested in me beyond figuring out why I’m so strange.
The first person to challenge me.
You’re just a boy.
You were given godlike powers, and I can’t save you from that awful burden.
The power over life and death is enough to break anyone.
I let myself care about you.
I’m an idiot. I’m an absolute idiot.
I should’ve known better. I shouldn’t have let this happen. You wrapped me around your finger and I let you.
You’re a murderer.
This is going to end any second, I know that, I think i’m almost relieved. All things must come to an end.
You’re not a God. Not even a good person, and somehow I care about you.
You could’ve been better, I know that for certain, you would’ve been an outstanding detective.
It’s unfortunate you had to reduce yourself to a criminal.
Then again, I reduced myself to a terrified mess who will die by your hands. Unfortunate.
I think that summarises our situation well. Perhaps in another life we could’ve been friends.
Perhaps those empty promises would’ve held meaning.
Light, no, not Light. He’s long gone behind those cold eyes.
Kira.
I may not be the one to stop you. Maybe I did fail, maybe you’ve won for a moment.
But you will be stopped.
Justice always prevails, and I am bringing justice.
That’s the difference between you and I; you believe you embody justice, that you’re above consequence, I know that I can only help to bring it.
For all that intelligence you still think like a child.
It’s wasted.
My eyelids are so heavy.
I should just give up. There’s no point now.
It’s you. I know that for certain.
I think that’s good enough for me.