Beyond stopped when he got to the desk. He narrowed his eyes a little at the answer, and turned back towards Ryuk. “Look inside.” He said, simply, and held the notebook out to him. “One name. Written by someone who is not even myself. I’ve had this notebook for just under two weeks, Shinigami, don’t you think I would have made more progress if I purposefully recieved eyes from another death god?” A pause. He tilted his head a little, curiously. “There’s no reason for me to lie. Especially since they come with a price, correct?”
B turned, and sat on the chair, pulling his legs up to his chest as he focused on the Shinigami properly. If Ryuk didn’t believe him, or didn’t think it was possible, then the chance of him receiving an answer to his question before he died was less than one in a billion. He didn’t like those odds. He didn’t like not knowing. Not when he couldn’t work out the answer. He had theories, yes, but they had no support without the right response from a God of Death.
The god of death was not fond of this human’s current attitude but he peered at the name in the notebook nonetheless. “That doesn’t mean anything,” he argued. “You could be biding for time----- especially since inexplicable deaths bring suspicion...” Although Ryuk was becoming increasingly less skeptical. ----- It did seem more and more unlikely that the human got the eyes from a shinigami. That still didn’t explain how he had come to receive them though.
