Part of me enjoys this room I've been put in...The other part of me hates it with a passion.
Clocks have defined my existence for years. 39 days. 19 days. 780 days. 6 minutes and 4 seconds. 490 days. .6 seconds. 23 days. 12 minutes. 13 days. Most notably, 40 seconds.
I used to have a purpose in the memorization of all those amounts of time. Now it is useless...but the information still stays. It is a familiar sound, though. The ticking of clocks. And alcohol wasn't a big thing with me, I didn't want to risk giving out my identity in something as stupid as a drunken stupor while I was alive, so the bar doesn't really annoy me too much, even with it's sad excuse for drinks. Maybe the information I've memorized won't end up so useless if we win, though. It would be nice to go back to the familiarity of the identity of Kira.
Yes, for those who know, I was Kira. If I killed you, know I got what I deserved already. Killed by my own shinigami, shot by a supporter of Kira, and sent to Nothingness for a length of time I could not measure.
I suppose anyone on this side has a reason for being here, though. We all have our sins. Mine just happened to be the mass murder of criminals.
So, I suppose, out of curiosity, I would like to know just why you people are here. Why did you choose the sides you chose?