[The man Myr came all this way to find and bring back with him is one of habit. The neural pathways guiding him back to his chosen obsessions and vices are veritable trenches, and the ease with which he'd forgotten everything else chews uneasily at the back of his mind as he presses his face against the white fur of the stag's neck. He'd keep his eyes closed, and simply live in the recollection of scent for a time, but he'd promised to be Myr's sight for the journey back to song, and gladness, and a different sort of light.]
Straight on, for about ten meters, then a slight left.
[His voice sounds, to his own ears, strange without the ease of Light's answers and questions. He'll get used to it again, though, because he'd gotten along without Light, before and after the Kira case. People like Myr hadn't known him in connection with Light at all, or even initially in connection to his identity-defining career or the handler he was never seen without, before. Being a lone voice is possible; Myr went so far as to like it.
So all the way back, he talks, sometimes through their Bond, sometimes aloud. Always practical, because its his wont to defer to pragmatism, but the directions are detailed and helpful and near-constant on the way back.]
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Straight on, for about ten meters, then a slight left.
[His voice sounds, to his own ears, strange without the ease of Light's answers and questions. He'll get used to it again, though, because he'd gotten along without Light, before and after the Kira case. People like Myr hadn't known him in connection with Light at all, or even initially in connection to his identity-defining career or the handler he was never seen without, before. Being a lone voice is possible; Myr went so far as to like it.
So all the way back, he talks, sometimes through their Bond, sometimes aloud. Always practical, because its his wont to defer to pragmatism, but the directions are detailed and helpful and near-constant on the way back.]