[A confession, but a baffling one. Indeed, Kira was only a rumor and would remain such until tomorrow afternoon, but by this point Kira had still done amazing work. Kira was still well known enough to have quenched the hearts of those who thirsted for hope and justice. It wouldn't be long until Mikami himself would be going about his (now slightly more thanks to a Tokyo based thief bitter and gray days and come across a paper that would bring meaning to his existence.]

You've figured out and put the Note to use this quickly entirely on your own? [Still, his tone wasn't doubtful; it was unabashedly fawning, as if to say "As expected." While Light might have protested that in Mikami's mind he was still classified as "boy" rather than man, that his first and foremost classification as God was on firm foundations was certain to please him.] Then, I can expect even greater things from you, with my humble assistance? [With his hand over his heart as if swearing an oath to a flag, Mikami gave a bow. As formal as the gesture was, he couldn't help but look up at him, hopefully, eagerly, a hint of a smile threatening to break through propriety on a face that one might have gotten the impression was not quite used to such muscular orientations known as smiles.] After all, I've given up half of my remaining lifespan for this ability with which to serve you.