Light tethered his old suit to the back of his Myrmidon rental for the journey back to the showroom - he couldn’t bear to slip out of it just yet. Once they were both ready, he bounced along like two marbles beside Senjen.

While his friend was signing on the dotted line, Light let himself be led to the QV area with Symphony-From-Stars-Eternal-Lasting.

“I had a great time last night. Sorry it was cut short.” She said once small talk was concluded.

“Me too. Sorry about all the wine.” Light looked bashful.

“So, what did you think?” She asked, colours screaming intrigue.

“It’s…amazing. I feel young again!”

“And yet…You won’t get one for yourself.” She concluded, reading him like a book.

“Its not that I don’t want to. Last night you made an old hand feel positive about life for the first time in a while. Its just a…bad time. I have work lined up soon though. If it goes well, who knows? I might have enough money to buy one without a loan!”

“Oh? Wow, that’s great. What will you be doing?” She floated close to him. Light paused, looking back to Senjen across the room as he got up to begin the transfer.

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“Look at this tough guy!” Light exclaimed upon seeing the droid. He was clad in his old suit again. “Good luck, I’ll be here.”

He loomed over Senjen’s new body, gasping dramatically when he began to move.

“He’s alive! Senjen, can you hear me? How many phalanges am i holding up?” When he didn't answer immediately, Light slapped him hard around the face like QV did innocently to each other in a medical setting.

“Its customary to mark a fresh suit. Avoids bad luck, so they say. Would you like to do the honours?” Ferrow asked Light, proffering a wallet of temporary marker pens.

Light delicately sketched a pictogram of his name on Senjen’s upper arm. A pitch black horizontal rectangle at the bottom. A deep blue square pressed above it with three small curved lines packed together in the middle. Into the abyss in search of light.