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[Vaguely worded threats? Light closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall to stare up at his ceiling. There was no doubt about it now; Misora remembered his victorious gloat. It wouldn't amount to much without conclusive evidence, especially if he continued to deny ever meeting her. There wasn't any evidence to prove the two of them ever met- L would have uncovered it if it did- but as the other people from his world were prone to doing here, she was going to make herself a thorn in his side. And for what? Did these people really delude themselves into thinking they could make him pay for his actions here? As if.]

I'm sure. Working with the FBI must have given you invaluable insight into many different areas of expertise.