Take Responsibility.

[kingmakereffect]

And once the allotted time for investigating comes to a close, those elevator doors slide open at the end of the first-floor corridor, offering another of those fast, smooth rides down to that black void of a courtroom Twelve out of the original twenty-seven are dead; there are four less of you present for this trial than there were last week. That's incredibly obvious as soon as the doors slide open and the podium circle comes into view where it's encircling that dark pit in the center of the room; Norman, the King, Tarrlok, and Lynne have joined the deceased, photographs in greyscale watching the proceedings from their podiums draped in black. Of course and as always, the Kingmaker is watching too; he waits until everyone is settled at their podiums to begin speaking, though it's still impossible to tell exactly where his voice is coming from. "Assured and Perceiving have been taken from you. You guys are really getting excited, aren't you? Two people dead in one night... Whether the guilty party succeeds or not, though, is up to the rest of you." Fifteen Survivors remain. However many will be down by the end of the day is up to you.

Comments

[captainobnoxious]

You're a hell of a girl, Misa, being protected by a god.

[That doesn't stop her from being disappointed.

... As much as she thinks she might understand. Sigrun shifts uncomfortable on her feet, looking pointedly at the center of the room instead of anyone else.]

So did you kill both of them with that book of yours?

[happysweets]

I wrote Tarrlok's name in there and said it was an accident. ...But when I went outside to check on it, I bumped into Lynne and pretended like I just saw the body, and we investigated together. But I didn't have time to write a cause of death for Lynne, so I just wrote "Lynne - Men's Sauna" and let the Death Note do the rest.

So she went all the way up there with her own two feet and died of a heart attack.

[isafraid]

It really did happen, just as we were trying to figure out...

[Speedwagon's... scared, and disappointed.

He doesn't know what to say. Except for one thing.]

You murdered them, Misa.

[happysweets]

I did. And I don't care what happens to me anymore or as a result, I'll be honest. If those memories really were true, this was my last-ditch effort. In a world without Light, everything's just dark.

[isafraid]

...You've accepted it then.

[He's not sure if that's better or worse then those tears he saw earlier.

...]

I'll say this, the world's not so dark as long as there's a few good people in it... If this bloke is really all you've cracked him up to be, then I hope it was worth it.

[happysweets]

Every second. For Light, I'd do anything.

[isafraid]

I see. Strewth...

[He wants to see Misa's side of things, and what she thought she'd gain form it... but it's still awful, in ways he didn't feel like saying just yet. It's unthinkable.

Seems he really couldn't read people like a book as well as he thought he could.]

Goodbye, Miss Misa.

[He's... he's not crying. Not yet.]