As Light speaks, every word that comes out of her mouth is like a chisel against my temple.  Usually, I liked Light, but she was too damn loud sometimes.  Her arms thrown around me are uncomfortably close, and her playful punch makes my shoulder sore.  She never was good at controlling herself, was she.  As she mentions Death and the dreams that she and Darkness had, I chime in.

"While I'm not in full grasp of my memories of it, I believe Death contacted me as well.  That makes at least three he's contacted, which means he's probably just contacted us all.  And to be honest, I doubt it would be Water.  She's far too shy for dealings with Death."  I say.  I realize at the same time that I wouldn't be too shy to make a deal.  I had to find some way to remember the dream.

"Well, it sounds like I will need to come with you.  Saying that, I'll have to inform my High Priests of my leave, so that they can make the necessary arrangements."  I head into one of the 17 spires, leaving Light behind.  After a few flights of stairs, I enter into a room at the top, filled with wisps of smoke emanating from a fire in the of the room.  Across from the door, a man is studying something at a desk.

"Agostino?"  I say, my voice filling up the relative silence of the chamber. "I shall have to take my leave for a few days, possibly longer.  Inform the other High Priests of my absence."

"Yes, master."  The figure responds, barely changing his position.  Unquestioning obedience.  That was the way liked it.

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"I'm ready to go, Light."  I say, about ten minutes later.  Besides, informing the High Priests, I had to gather some things, as well as give me some time to recover.  The headache was mainly gone, and my body had been cleaned of the dirt accumulated from the night before.   was ready for whatever was awaiting us in Paris.