Roll froze in her tracks. Evidently, she was wrong with her assumption. He seemed to be at least somewhat familiar with the original Dr. Light, of which seemed like a rarity in this time. And the look in his eyes….the desperation. But for what? What did he want?
“Well, now that you mention it….yes, actually. I’m actually carrying on his work since there’s, uh…” She looked down to the side with her eyes.“…No one else to do so.” She gave a soft, uncomfortable laugh upon the last part, though her expression still never changed. The fact that there was no one else seemed to pain her, as if she was not always alone. And she wasn’t. There was once a time that she was young, innocent, and surrounded with love. But then things…things changed for her. She had to learn to be happy alone.
Roll’s mournful words were interpreted by the last son of Light as an accusation instead, and he leaned toward her with an urgent, pleading air. “I didn’t mean to! I never meant for anything to be like this; Father never told me what it was I was supposed to do! My directive was just... be. I never thought...” he trailed off and turned his eyes to the ground, unable to maintain eye contact with the other.
He knew there was no reason to lay his personal burdens on this woman, but the idea that he had failed his father was one of those demons that haunted him in his darkest hours, and her words had brought it clawing to the surface. His face was pained as he fought back his guilt and regret for how dismal the world had become.
