[private] there is ice and there is fire.

[subversion]

Light is perched halfway up a flight of stairs, hands folded in his lap. Who'd have thought it? He's wondering about life, the mansion and everything, and the things he saw in the death room, which won't leave him alone.

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She's sobered up by the time she runs into him here.

Hey! Light. I, uh-

[The napkin is crumpled in her pocket, but she pulls it out anyways, and takes the next few stairs two at a time to get to him and hold it out. It's a gift.]