[ It's unmistakable, the surprise on her features, when she sees the black notebook being offered to her. Sure, she'd asked for it — but that, too, had been a small test conducted for herself. How much did Yima really know about the Death Note? About Misa's past? If she could conjure this book from her vague request, then it would tell her a lot about who Yima is as a person, or at least, that's what she figured. Even still, she hadn't been sure it would've been possible to get it back... while she doesn't speak it into words immediately, gratitude is practically radiating off of her. ]
My Death Note...!
[ She murmurs, soft and almost disbelieving. Nothing can describe the pure, vibrant sense of relief she feels about closing her fingers around the book again at last. Reunited with the very best tool and symbol of her devotion to Light's cause, and by extension, Yima's. For the longest time, she's thought she might not ever see it again, and may even one day lose her memory of it... her lips tighten a bit, a wave of sentimentality crashing over her - and she takes the notebook and hugs it to her chest affectionately, as if trying to press it to her very heart. ]
So Yima knew all along...? About everything?
[ The killing, the secrets, her past. Her voice sounds — hopeful, as though she doesn't view Yima knowing about all this as suspicious or something to be worried about in the least. If anything... she'll feel seen, understood. ]
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My Death Note...!
[ She murmurs, soft and almost disbelieving. Nothing can describe the pure, vibrant sense of relief she feels about closing her fingers around the book again at last. Reunited with the very best tool and symbol of her devotion to Light's cause, and by extension, Yima's. For the longest time, she's thought she might not ever see it again, and may even one day lose her memory of it... her lips tighten a bit, a wave of sentimentality crashing over her - and she takes the notebook and hugs it to her chest affectionately, as if trying to press it to her very heart. ]
So Yima knew all along...? About everything?
[ The killing, the secrets, her past. Her voice sounds — hopeful, as though she doesn't view Yima knowing about all this as suspicious or something to be worried about in the least. If anything... she'll feel seen, understood. ]