I was in there- I was the first one there, and we were some of the last to leave. A long time. I saw two moving bodies, and only two. I know both of them were disposed of without biting anyone. Something could have happened that I missed, but I doubt it.
[And there's no point giving way to panic, just because anyone could be walking around the mansion, bitten. Light takes a deep breath, and drops back against the wall, crushing the backpack against it. He doesn't notice how uncomfortable it is.
The tea sloshes. Why did he run off? Because he wasn't thinking? Because he was scared?]
[And here's one of them right now. Teru appears from round the corner, holding a black marker pen and looking far more composed than when he left the room. He pauses before reaching the door.]
[Light puts the little cup down on the floor in what, for him, is a tearing hurry. His attention shifts to the black cross on the door, and then redoubles as he looks back to—]
[The way Matt trivialises the situation doesn't sting; the way they don't get it isn't worth noticing.]
That's what we're here to find out.
[Not quite as calm and certain as he'd usually be, Light's watching Mikami unblinking, taking in his appearance, looking for any sign of attack or trace of a lie. He knows that this is pointless, pointless, and yet it isn't his job to worry about whether or not things make sense—]
Ghosts. They were invisible, but I could hear them, and - and feel their hands.
[He takes the seat Matt offered, covering a shiver.]
There were bodies, hanging in the trees. I didn't recognise any of them, except - my own, and Matt's, here. She was on the floor though. Shot, not hanged.
[It's all said in a flat tone, presenting evidence, and he doesn't quite look at Matt when he mentions her corpse.]
[Light would as soon sit if someone was pointing a gun at him. His eyes trail Mikami as he sits; he seems to be telling the truth, and there's no sign of more than stress, but—
His own ghosts didn't touch him. It's for the best; he might not have made it out of the room at all.]
It didn't move? You didn't see anything like that? Nothing physical touched you?
[He nods.] Nothing physical touched me. I didn't see any bodies that moved of their own accord, but - the one that was me fell out of the tree in front of me, and - and I ran. I wouldn't have noticed if it had been moving.
[There's no logical reason to feel ashamed of this. But still.]
[A little crease appears between his eyebrows, and his voice chills as he looks down at Matt.]
It's real. You have no idea what a danger it is. We aren't making this up.
[He means himself, and Mikhail, and the other Matt - the people who get it, who've seen it, who've lived with it. But he stares at Mikami for another second or ten, scrutinising him - then drops to the ground and picks the tea back up.]
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Nobody's come out yet. I might have missed someone.
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You said you'd tell me who you saw in there, when we were outside.
[His hands shift around the cup. He looks exhausted, drained.]
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[Because he's going to hunt each and every one of them down.]
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[It slips out.]
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This is some universe where I'm a barbie doll?
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[And there's no point giving way to panic, just because anyone could be walking around the mansion, bitten. Light takes a deep breath, and drops back against the wall, crushing the backpack against it. He doesn't notice how uncomfortable it is.
The tea sloshes. Why did he run off? Because he wasn't thinking? Because he was scared?]
None of them were distinguishable?
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Oh, someone already marked it.
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Mikami-san. You were in there?
[[OOC: Teru, Light, Blue?]]
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That's what we're here to find out.
[Not quite as calm and certain as he'd usually be, Light's watching Mikami unblinking, taking in his appearance, looking for any sign of attack or trace of a lie. He knows that this is pointless, pointless, and yet it isn't his job to worry about whether or not things make sense—]
"They." What did you hear? What did you see?
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[He takes the seat Matt offered, covering a shiver.]
There were bodies, hanging in the trees. I didn't recognise any of them, except - my own, and Matt's, here. She was on the floor though. Shot, not hanged.
[It's all said in a flat tone, presenting evidence, and he doesn't quite look at Matt when he mentions her corpse.]
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His own ghosts didn't touch him. It's for the best; he might not have made it out of the room at all.]
It didn't move? You didn't see anything like that? Nothing physical touched you?
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[There's no logical reason to feel ashamed of this. But still.]
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It's real. You have no idea what a danger it is. We aren't making this up.
[He means himself, and Mikhail, and the other Matt - the people who get it, who've seen it, who've lived with it. But he stares at Mikami for another second or ten, scrutinising him - then drops to the ground and picks the tea back up.]
This is probably a waste of time, anyway.
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