[His words are dragged off the top of his head. Talking is too difficult; moving is more so. His hate and conflict - for himself, for this other - are trying to break out through his skin; he can feel them pushing.]
No. I'm not me.
[It makes so much sense, just now. If there's only one of him, and all the others think he's wrong, and Light himself thinks he's wrong, what does logic demand?]
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No. I'm not me.
[It makes so much sense, just now. If there's only one of him, and all the others think he's wrong, and Light himself thinks he's wrong, what does logic demand?]