"How many of us? Who knows? Certainly I don't. I suspect that the Shinigami King might, but there's no easy way to find out."

He follows her. His footsteps are no longer making the [i]click[/i] sound they did before. As they enter the corridors, his wings half-unfold, and he floats up off the ground to hover over her head, avoiding all the other students.

"Need to know... well, that's all a matter of judgement, isn't it? A page, or even a fragment of a page, torn from the Death Note will have the full effect. Useful if you don't want to carry the whole thing around. You don't have to use a pen or pencil, anything that's legible will do, from blood to lipstick. I suppose an important one is that I'm not supposed to do anything to help or hinder the deaths you write in the book or otherwise interfere, so there's a limited amount I can do. I'm mostly here as an observer."

He glances out of the window. His left hand rests on the silver holster, fingers stroking the Note absently.

"I'll give you some advice, though. If you're going to keep using it, try and be discreet. Even if they can't tell who, it might be possible to work out that someone's causing deaths if too many occur in the same manner."