[ What a revelation. I trust your judgment. On Earth, Misa had always been perfectly fine resigning herself to follow Light's orders, to crafting herself into the perfect tool for him to wield. She can't think of a single time that she acted on her own that he'd been particularly pleased.... but Yima knows about everything, right? And even still, she has this much faith in her?
It's not like she needs the confidence boost, really. But the Matron's words make her feel bolder, validated. She'd unnecessarily assumed that Yima would be more like Light — would prefer telling her what to do, how, and when. She wouldn't have minded that. No, she would've done so happily, even. But this is different, an exciting kind of different.
She almost feels... well, a little more equal to her. Like they're sharing the vision before them, walking on the same path side by side. Misa nods once in understanding, settling back into the plush cushions, her gaze not leaving her companion for a moment. There's plenty brewing there in her eyes: admiration, curiosity, and most of all, conviction. The conviction that's always at a simmer beneath all of the airy, bubbly surface. ]
Sure, no problem. [ Her words are dreamy - this is all turning out a million times better than she ever thought it would. She really does belong here. ] So all I have to do is get stronger with Zenith. Then I'll be useful to Light and to you.... or, I mean, to us!
[ Unlock the Note's powers.... she'd hardly had any doubts left about Zenith, anyway, and any potential what-ifs that had remained have been erased in about the last two minutes of this interaction. She has no reason to stray way from here, ever, with this book in hand and all that Yima has afforded her. ]
I'll just carry it around everywhere then, to hurry up. [ She laughs, joking about what Yima had said about keeping it in her hold. ] Well, except around other people.
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It's not like she needs the confidence boost, really. But the Matron's words make her feel bolder, validated. She'd unnecessarily assumed that Yima would be more like Light — would prefer telling her what to do, how, and when. She wouldn't have minded that. No, she would've done so happily, even. But this is different, an exciting kind of different.
She almost feels... well, a little more equal to her. Like they're sharing the vision before them, walking on the same path side by side. Misa nods once in understanding, settling back into the plush cushions, her gaze not leaving her companion for a moment. There's plenty brewing there in her eyes: admiration, curiosity, and most of all, conviction. The conviction that's always at a simmer beneath all of the airy, bubbly surface. ]
Sure, no problem. [ Her words are dreamy - this is all turning out a million times better than she ever thought it would. She really does belong here. ] So all I have to do is get stronger with Zenith. Then I'll be useful to Light and to you.... or, I mean, to us!
[ Unlock the Note's powers.... she'd hardly had any doubts left about Zenith, anyway, and any potential what-ifs that had remained have been erased in about the last two minutes of this interaction. She has no reason to stray way from here, ever, with this book in hand and all that Yima has afforded her. ]
I'll just carry it around everywhere then, to hurry up. [ She laughs, joking about what Yima had said about keeping it in her hold. ] Well, except around other people.