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As usual, Light is sitting in the kitchen, with a plate and a journal before him. Not quite as usually, he's neglecting both of them. He stares through the paper like he doesn't see it, and he's letting the little mound of cabbage cool.
What's wrong with him today? - well, he knows what's wrong with him, and he doesn't like it.
What's wrong with him today? - well, he knows what's wrong with him, and he doesn't like it.