"So, this is it?" Light stood in front of an immense movie screen, not only watching but also feeling his own body, which had been stolen by another. His hands, beyond his control, opened and closed as the usurper evaluated his current status. Light looked away from the images; his reflection was there with eyes glazed over by the projection. Sensing his new companion, he detached from reality for a moment.
"It's not how I expected it to be, but at least the world doesn't reject me anymore…" He was disappointed. Light was merely an Initiate, while his reflection was not only an apostle but an incredibly strong one.
"What the hell have you been doing all this time to become such a miserable and pathetic creature?" They stared at each other for a while. Light was used to being called that by any superior entity; to them, he had always been all that and more. He ignored the question as he looked around, discerning his new surroundings better.
