[ How would Light feel that she was doing all this for him? Truthfully, the thought has never occurred to her until this very moment. He'd never been pleased whenever she took the innocent lives of others for his sake, nor can she remember any single time that he's approved of her going out on her own for him. Her eyes look up and away after he says all that, as if considering something deeply for herself.
No, she settles on, eventually. It doesn't matter what Light makes of it. She'll do what she thinks is best for him, and for his sake, the way she sees it should be done alone. She doesn't need the input of anyone else. And more importantly, there's no one, and no thing in the world more important than Light. ]
Oh, well, that's too bad...
[ Misa sighs, sounding truly and wholly disappointed, though more like she didn't win a claw game prize rather than she failed to agree on the morality of trashing the lives of innocents with a prisoner of war. Her eyes return to him, and she stretches out her legs idly, not taking offense to his answer in any visible way. ]
I was kinda hoping.... well, if you came to our side, we might be friends. Since you understand Misa's heart. [ But he's made his position on the matter quite clear, and she's not really the type to go trying to claw and beg others to come to the Kenoma. If he's sure in what he's saying, then she'll no longer feel guilt or hesitation for what comes to him— because, as she's just reaffirmed to herself, even the people she can be friendly with may need to be collateral damage in her quest to save the person she loves most. ] I guess you might be coming there whether you like it or not. To be honest, I don't really know what will happen to you.
[ Would that be a comfort to him? She wonders belatedly if the other Kenoma have been threatening him with anything, trying to make his potential dragging to Achamoth more intimidating to break his morale. But Misa just didn't think ahead that far at first, and thus blurted out her ignorance unrestrained. ]
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No, she settles on, eventually. It doesn't matter what Light makes of it. She'll do what she thinks is best for him, and for his sake, the way she sees it should be done alone. She doesn't need the input of anyone else. And more importantly, there's no one, and no thing in the world more important than Light. ]
Oh, well, that's too bad...
[ Misa sighs, sounding truly and wholly disappointed, though more like she didn't win a claw game prize rather than she failed to agree on the morality of trashing the lives of innocents with a prisoner of war. Her eyes return to him, and she stretches out her legs idly, not taking offense to his answer in any visible way. ]
I was kinda hoping.... well, if you came to our side, we might be friends. Since you understand Misa's heart. [ But he's made his position on the matter quite clear, and she's not really the type to go trying to claw and beg others to come to the Kenoma. If he's sure in what he's saying, then she'll no longer feel guilt or hesitation for what comes to him— because, as she's just reaffirmed to herself, even the people she can be friendly with may need to be collateral damage in her quest to save the person she loves most. ] I guess you might be coming there whether you like it or not. To be honest, I don't really know what will happen to you.
[ Would that be a comfort to him? She wonders belatedly if the other Kenoma have been threatening him with anything, trying to make his potential dragging to Achamoth more intimidating to break his morale. But Misa just didn't think ahead that far at first, and thus blurted out her ignorance unrestrained. ]