Snap the third shackle, on his bare ankle - his bare ankle? surely he was dressed, it wouldn't be proper for a Yagami to simply throw off his uniform after coming home... But, no, it was comprehensible. His mind, in a state of wildness, could go anywhere, and through his own inventiveness end up sabotaging a greater aim. To properly achieve what he needed to achieve, he would need to keep it focused. Contained. Shackled.
"You have thought along these lines before. These are not new philosophies, they have been passed down and down the lines, from great thinker to great thinker until finally they reach perhaps the greatest... and in you, in your circumstances, these philosophies finally find a way to express themselves. You have the tools to be the ultimate expression of the law. To do any less would be to let criminals go unpunished. To let criminals go unpunished would be to go traitor to the law yourself. To hold to consistency you must write at least one name in that book, and if you'll write one alone, make it your own."
Snap, the final shackle, and with that final focus Kira was visible, straddling him, his hands on Light's shoulders, and Light for the first time appreciated his form. Strong, lanky, golden with health and righteousness... This was the form of the ultimate arbiter, the man who was more than man, Nietszche's ubermensch turned to precisely the opposite will, and this was what Light could become. If he accepted it. If he started the work. If he ascended to become the final answer to the philosophy of civilisation.
Kira's body was warm against his own, and when Kira's teeth found his neck, Light realised he was smiling; the smirk of a man who has managed to meet his destiny.
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"You have thought along these lines before. These are not new philosophies, they have been passed down and down the lines, from great thinker to great thinker until finally they reach perhaps the greatest... and in you, in your circumstances, these philosophies finally find a way to express themselves. You have the tools to be the ultimate expression of the law. To do any less would be to let criminals go unpunished. To let criminals go unpunished would be to go traitor to the law yourself. To hold to consistency you must write at least one name in that book, and if you'll write one alone, make it your own."
Snap, the final shackle, and with that final focus Kira was visible, straddling him, his hands on Light's shoulders, and Light for the first time appreciated his form. Strong, lanky, golden with health and righteousness... This was the form of the ultimate arbiter, the man who was more than man, Nietszche's ubermensch turned to precisely the opposite will, and this was what Light could become. If he accepted it. If he started the work. If he ascended to become the final answer to the philosophy of civilisation.
Kira's body was warm against his own, and when Kira's teeth found his neck, Light realised he was smiling; the smirk of a man who has managed to meet his destiny.