[Light's room at the University is bare and empty. Everything is packed into boxes and stacked by the door - invisible - and the blinds are pulled shut behind him. The lights are off, but the light of the NV offers a soft red glow, enough to just pick out the contours of Light's face, and brighten his eyes to an almost maniacal pitch.]
I have been working for this with every ounce of my strength, my every waking moment turned towards it, and what happens? My application was denied. Not declined, but outright denied. I will not be permitted to apply again, on account of my so called criminal record.
What criminal record? I have taken no lives, committed no crimes, yet I am persecuted for attempting to be of some small worth to a corrupt and failing police force. I would have been an invaluable asset. Now, well, now you will simply have to do without. I hope you are prepared for the consequences. I hope the police force fails you all, and I hope this city festers and rots around your ankles, until you, too, begin to decay. You brought it upon yourselves.
Enjoy it. In the meantime I will endavour to find some other way to save your ungrateful souls and rescue your rotting justice system. I will not give up on you, even if you do not offer me the same confidence.
But inevitably, there will be a price.
[Private to Jubilee and Michael Xavier - Audio]
My housing at the University runs out on the last day of this month. I expected to have a pay check to cover it, but you can probably see how well that went. In any case, I was wondering if the invitation to come and stay with you is still open, as I don't have anywhere else to go. I'm sorry that it's so last minute, but I wouldn't ask if I had any other options.