[So he would be the one to lead the way. It wasn't surprising that God wouldn't want to have Mikami, still a veritable stranger who if anything knew too much, behind him. As he started along the pathway, he considered the fact that the boy behind him was probably writing out his name, leaving off one stroke so that if necessary he could end him even more swiftly. That would be what Mikami himself would do in such a situation. It almost earns a wry smile at the necessary tension of their first meeting. Once the future changes, Mikami's own usefulness will inevitably plummet to below what it had been in what he considered the present and what Light would consider the future. He can't support himself and operate as freely. Mikami's current worth is in his knowledge of what's to come, and the first change to that will inevitably and completely dash that.
If it were Mikami himself, he would eliminate the being from the future as dead weight and then, if he were found to have been loyal and useful enough aside from his failure to support himself, turn to the one in the present.
But Mikami Teru was a man and limited. He would do so with the understanding that someone such as himself would be willing to die, would rather be dead. God was God. Even if not omniscient and omnipotent, God ultimately did what he did for the sake of the good people in society wanting to make a contribution. Thus, even while it made the most sense to assume his death, Mikami didn't have the mental preparations, the emotional expectation of such. For a man thrown out of his own time and place, he was fearless. He wrote it off as his own level of dedication, being prepared, but "denial" might have been the more accurate term.
As the abandoned construction area came into distant view, he would time his pacing, keeping an eye out for people in the area. It'd be impossible to go there with absolutely nobody about, but he could loiter, could pretend to be fishing in his briefcase for this or that, could circle the property until it seemed the crowd level was low and those present seemed distracted in nearing the building, in taking that final step onto the property and hurrying behind the walls for protection.
Such precautions made it possible to speak abruptly upon their arrival, certain, once inside, that there was nobody within close hearing range.]
Tomorrow evening a detective codenamed "L" will seek to humiliate you on a live public broadcast exclusive to this Kanto region in order to place you.
[For somebody whose speech was so wrought with formalities, he at least got to the point quickly in this. It was too straight faced to be a joke. Or was it so straight faced it could only possibly be a joke? He stood there offering nothing more, no further support nor explanation of his statement, waiting for the response.
Ultimately it should have been God who set the pace, so how much detail, how much clarification he needed, how much interaction and interpersonal communication needed to take place in this exchange would be left to him. It wasn't proper for Mikami to be the one with more knowledge or power in this situation. He'd seek to set things in God's control again as quickly as possible. ]
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If it were Mikami himself, he would eliminate the being from the future as dead weight and then, if he were found to have been loyal and useful enough aside from his failure to support himself, turn to the one in the present.
But Mikami Teru was a man and limited. He would do so with the understanding that someone such as himself would be willing to die, would rather be dead. God was God. Even if not omniscient and omnipotent, God ultimately did what he did for the sake of the good people in society wanting to make a contribution. Thus, even while it made the most sense to assume his death, Mikami didn't have the mental preparations, the emotional expectation of such. For a man thrown out of his own time and place, he was fearless. He wrote it off as his own level of dedication, being prepared, but "denial" might have been the more accurate term.
As the abandoned construction area came into distant view, he would time his pacing, keeping an eye out for people in the area. It'd be impossible to go there with absolutely nobody about, but he could loiter, could pretend to be fishing in his briefcase for this or that, could circle the property until it seemed the crowd level was low and those present seemed distracted in nearing the building, in taking that final step onto the property and hurrying behind the walls for protection.
Such precautions made it possible to speak abruptly upon their arrival, certain, once inside, that there was nobody within close hearing range.]
Tomorrow evening a detective codenamed "L" will seek to humiliate you on a live public broadcast exclusive to this Kanto region in order to place you.
[For somebody whose speech was so wrought with formalities, he at least got to the point quickly in this. It was too straight faced to be a joke. Or was it so straight faced it could only possibly be a joke? He stood there offering nothing more, no further support nor explanation of his statement, waiting for the response.
Ultimately it should have been God who set the pace, so how much detail, how much clarification he needed, how much interaction and interpersonal communication needed to take place in this exchange would be left to him. It wasn't proper for Mikami to be the one with more knowledge or power in this situation. He'd seek to set things in God's control again as quickly as possible. ]