[For a moment, Light says nothing, leaving a thick silence to blanket the room. He continues looking through the window, attempting to look impassive, and failing spectacularly. A rare occurrence for Light. He bites his lip, holding back the desire to laugh uninhibitedly, but no matter what he tried, the corners of his lips would turn upwards, in a half smirk, half euphoric grin. Yes. YES! I knew you could do it. I am God, Mikami. Your God. The God of the New World.]
[In Person]
Heh. And if I am?