[L's words, no matter how comforting they may have been intended to be, leave him feeling hollow. Even more so than before. So when he hears the clicks, the knows what it is. He knows who it is. And with each decisive sound, there's another pang of guilt.
He's still in Vermillion. He knows he should have said something, anything to Near when him and Light had beaten the gym, when they had gotten their badges from Near and that strange alien that accompanied him. But he couldn't, not with Light there with him. Not without blowing his cover.
So why didn't he approach the other later, when he got away? In times like this, when he finds himself alone just a couple miles outside city limits.
He honestly doesn't know.]
Near.
[He's spent so long with Light, following him. Pretending to be someone who doesn't know who he is, what he's done. Trying not to think of what Mello would think of him now, of how empty he'd become. There was a time when he wouldn't mind lingering around Near, when the boy was the only thing left to remind him of Mello's ambitions back in that year before Matt bailed out of Wammy's too.
But now, what does he say? He barely has words for himself, for anyone.
Because honestly, what do the dead have to say to the living?]
[VOICE]
He's still in Vermillion. He knows he should have said something, anything to Near when him and Light had beaten the gym, when they had gotten their badges from Near and that strange alien that accompanied him. But he couldn't, not with Light there with him. Not without blowing his cover.
So why didn't he approach the other later, when he got away? In times like this, when he finds himself alone just a couple miles outside city limits.
He honestly doesn't know.]
Near.
[He's spent so long with Light, following him. Pretending to be someone who doesn't know who he is, what he's done. Trying not to think of what Mello would think of him now, of how empty he'd become. There was a time when he wouldn't mind lingering around Near, when the boy was the only thing left to remind him of Mello's ambitions back in that year before Matt bailed out of Wammy's too.
But now, what does he say? He barely has words for himself, for anyone.
Because honestly, what do the dead have to say to the living?]