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"Light?" he said, and in the softer tone I'd only heard him use with L sometimes. It was also the first time I could remember him using my actual name and not 'Prime Minister' or a rich variety of insulting nicknames. I looked into his face scathingly, hoping that he felt burned by my hatred for him, but it seemed to have no impact at all. He said perhaps the most shattering thing he could have said. Everything he'd said before were just words, but with the kindness in his eyes and voice, it felt like the end. "I understand now. I'm sorry for your loss."