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January 28th, 2010. The day Kira fell.
Teru had told himself, over the past month, that the date didn't matter. He'd had time to come to terms with what had happened, or from his perspective would happen. He'd accepted it. He wasn't in mourning for the new world any longer.
Still, now that the day had come, he ended up sitting in the popcorn room, gazing at that one name - Light Yagami, Slytherin. He'd brought a candle, but it was just resting in his hands, not lit. Yagami didn't deserve it. Did he?
[[ooc:post is closed for now, unless you really want to talk to him while he's brooding. He'll be more ...interesting... after Wednesday's had a word with him, though. And it's open, to people who want to be - drunkenly rambled at and offered celery. This is probably the only time you will ever see him get trashed, yes.]]
Teru had told himself, over the past month, that the date didn't matter. He'd had time to come to terms with what had happened, or from his perspective would happen. He'd accepted it. He wasn't in mourning for the new world any longer.
Still, now that the day had come, he ended up sitting in the popcorn room, gazing at that one name - Light Yagami, Slytherin. He'd brought a candle, but it was just resting in his hands, not lit. Yagami didn't deserve it. Did he?
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