Given that he spent the night watching her and let her stay in his room, Light's conscience is clear enough. In fact, it's so clear he could spend the day batting it around like a balloon, with the bag of peach-related paraphernalia that's still in his hand.

He smiles again, sharp and certain and totally prepared to deny her entirely. "This isn't about me. It's about you, and what you did or didn't do. I may not be caring for her now, but that's my problem. You have your own."