[Light is the very paragon of Everything Happens So Much, right now. There are a lot of moving parts, a lot of dropped bombs, and only his mind to process it all -- genius or not, this is still a lot.]

Accepting it. [Strangely, his lips curl upwards at the idea. Accepting? How worn was Nagasone, to make that kind of offer? He already knows what the implication is, and Light just shakes his head.]

No. Not me. Not without more answers.

[A pointed look at Yukina.]

You're asking us to understand, to have faith that you'll be able to pull this off, Yukina. But how many people will you have to kill to make this a reality? [He does laugh, huffing it out, sounding dry.] How much trouble are you having now, trying to stomach killing just me?

[She doesn't have it in her. He can see it. Light has no faith in that resolve, and to simply stand back and accept this will be his fate? That he should die just so he can sit and hope to be rescued later?

(How boring.)]

You said it yourself. I was right from the start. I agree with you. I'm your ally; and you're just going to discard me?