[If he was requesting a sheet, it either meant that he did not have his Note with him, or did not want to risk revealing to Mikami where it was on his person. The most obvious assumption was in his school satchel, that certainly seemed safer than merely leaving it at home, but then Mikami hadn't made his own safe-keeping contraption in his home. At this point, neither had Light. But on the sheet that Mikami tore out after taking the Note out once again, opening it, and beginning to write something before turning it over was the address to an abandoned building that, had the flow of events not been interrupted, he would have constructed and tested the flammable portions of said hiding space in within another few days.
Despite the fact that Light was a student and was certain to have a writing implement somewhere on him, somewhere in his bag if nothing else, Mikami handed over the pen he had written with as well. From there he waited in silence, either for a cue to lead the way or for God to take the lead now knowing the destination. In either case, en route his eyes would scan cautiously for any followers, any watchers. The necessity of caution allowed him to repress the excitement of seeing God, of being instrumental in clearing away his obstacles more quickly, so efficiently that he was ironically making himself obsolete. But ideally, God should never have needed his assistance the way he did. When first thinking it recognition and a gift it was a wondrous matter, but God's plan could not be interrupted, no matter how happy it made Mikami to have a part in it.
At least that was what he needed to tell himself. It was the right thing to think, the right way to feel, and so he would make it how he thought and how he felt.
If only willing himself to have those adult resources Light presumed Mikami had worked quite the same way.]
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Despite the fact that Light was a student and was certain to have a writing implement somewhere on him, somewhere in his bag if nothing else, Mikami handed over the pen he had written with as well. From there he waited in silence, either for a cue to lead the way or for God to take the lead now knowing the destination. In either case, en route his eyes would scan cautiously for any followers, any watchers. The necessity of caution allowed him to repress the excitement of seeing God, of being instrumental in clearing away his obstacles more quickly, so efficiently that he was ironically making himself obsolete. But ideally, God should never have needed his assistance the way he did. When first thinking it recognition and a gift it was a wondrous matter, but God's plan could not be interrupted, no matter how happy it made Mikami to have a part in it.
At least that was what he needed to tell himself. It was the right thing to think, the right way to feel, and so he would make it how he thought and how he felt.
If only willing himself to have those adult resources Light presumed Mikami had worked quite the same way.]