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With Sayu long gone, Light is progressing down the corridor, checking doors. Most are open, like his backpack - though the flap's draped over the top. Occasionally one is locked, like the one he comes to now; crouching down, he removes the pack, produces a small torch and shines it into the keyhole.

[[OOC: private to righteous_pen.]]

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[Light returns the nod, again, understanding - and misunderstandings - tripping back and forth. He knows exactly which doors he's checked, and before heading down to the closest one, he offers one more piece of detached advice.]

Get some sleep. You've done all you can.

[He doesn't think his world's Mikami would begin to hear it, but this one might.]

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

...all right.

[And he can say that, because it is advice. Not an order, or anything like one. (Vaguely, he remembers the other one telling him to sleep, and how he'd concussed himself in the efort to obey.)]

Thank you.