But I'm here clearly. I seem to have been revived in some form. Granted, I have to share a body with a lot of their people, but I'm alive. And I just want to know... Why?

I don't really understand why or how I got here, but my last memory is dying, so it's confusing to me how it works. Sure, I have a job here. Maybe I was needed for that job or something, but why me? Aren't I a terrible person?

Or maybe that's half the point. Maybe I came back to life to have a second chance of sorts, and kind of view my actions from an outside perspective. Maybe the whole point was that I realise what I've done.

If so, I don't really know what I think of that. On the one hand, it's causing me incredible amounts of guilt for something I can't ever fix, but on the other, I feel like I'm a better person now. (However, that doesn't make me wish I'd got the body's father when I was Kira. He's like poison, and I'd like nothing better than to get away from him.)

Anyway. Maybe this will make me a better person. Unlike a certain one letter named detective who prefers to, and I quote, "meme through the pain."

My memories of literally everything else: Um. My family was nice. Dad was cool. Uh. I had friends. That's about it