"Say you're Kira," he said in an urgent whisper. "Say it... right now..." he seized Light by the neck, his grip tightening with his resolve.
He knew that Light and Kira were separate... that Light, this innocent soul who allowed L's pride to top his, was not responsible for the murders that had perplexed him so. But he had to hear it, from Light's lips... that confession he'd lusted for so completely, back in the days where things made sense.