[Silence. Diluc steps towards the door, reads the note, and turns to the torches. He pivots and walks to the southwest torch.
He thrusts his hand in and retrieves the key. Then walks to the door.
Before he was calm because of the effect of the circle but uncertain and trying to appeal to Light’s reason while also aware light could be dangerous. He had seemed unfinished. Or just a young man figuring things out. That man is gone.
The look on his face now is entirely different. His expression is unreadable. A fire lives in his eyes. His gaze is sharp and piercing. His posture is perfect and his steps make no noise as he motions for Light to move. Steam rises from where the key touches his hand. Sweat being burnt off. He waits.]
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He thrusts his hand in and retrieves the key. Then walks to the door.
Before he was calm because of the effect of the circle but uncertain and trying to appeal to Light’s reason while also aware light could be dangerous. He had seemed unfinished. Or just a young man figuring things out. That man is gone.
The look on his face now is entirely different. His expression is unreadable. A fire lives in his eyes. His gaze is sharp and piercing. His posture is perfect and his steps make no noise as he motions for Light to move. Steam rises from where the key touches his hand. Sweat being burnt off. He waits.]