[The scalpel had missed its mark, only cutting fabric and not skin. He frowns in frustration, feeling the ebb of panic in his stomach. Light shifts his weight, and the question of fight or flight tears through his mind again. He could run or he could make another attempt at an attack, he could-
And then Yukina utters a single syllable, and Light's eyes widen. It's enough to spark recognition for a young man like himself, especially when it instigates his mind into really observing. Her height, her build. The sound of her voice, shaken with uncertainty. The way she struggles to hold that chainsaw (the awful noise it makes as it gutters against the floor), because she hasn't the strength to hold it.
The way her hands shake because she hasn't the resolve to kill him.]
Yukina-chan?!
[His expression is one of shock, but something bitter spikes in him. She's betraying me. As she steps forward, Light steps back, scalpel still clutched in his hand tightly.]
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And then Yukina utters a single syllable, and Light's eyes widen. It's enough to spark recognition for a young man like himself, especially when it instigates his mind into really observing. Her height, her build. The sound of her voice, shaken with uncertainty. The way she struggles to hold that chainsaw (the awful noise it makes as it gutters against the floor), because she hasn't the strength to hold it.
The way her hands shake because she hasn't the resolve to kill him.]
Yukina-chan?!
[His expression is one of shock, but something bitter spikes in him. She's betraying me. As she steps forward, Light steps back, scalpel still clutched in his hand tightly.]