"November 30th, 2004. Final Records, interview number fifteen…Persona 12 of the 54 reclaimed by the Suspect Reassignment Program instituted by L Lawliet in the year 2000."
"I'm not doing this."
"Aiber."
"No. What do you want from me, Roger? I was almost gone…I was so close."
"It's not my fault that in your panic, you used two different visas and were caught."
"…I could be in Barbados right now, sipping something cold and alcoholic and waiting to die, but-"
"This isn't about you."
"No…it should be, though. It's not like I have a lot of time left."
"You don't know that."
"Neither do you. Pardon my cynicism, but you didn't meet the bastard…you didn't meet him…"
"Are you implying that you came face to face to Kira?"
Stony silence.
A sigh.
"Aiber…Thierry…I'm not asking for much. Do you really have nothing to say about him?"
"Other than I've never met a more conniving, intelligent, complete ASS of a good man…no, I don't."
A Chuckle. "But he was a good man?"
"Yes. And I-"
"Hello! Forgot my purse…"
"Wedy! What are you doing here, love?"
"I highly doubt a thief would forget her purse."
"The same thing you are, Aiber…."
"Wedy."
"So you've done it then?"
"Yes…I've made my peace."
"Wedy, get your purse and go…."
"Roger, let me say goodbye to my co-worker."
"Hm, goodbye then? So you think he was right too?"
Silence.
"Shit…Shit, Roger, I have got to get out of here…let me die on a beach or something."
"What on earth are you two talking about?"
"Take care of yourself, Aiber."
A chair scrapes back. "Are we done here, Roger?"
"Aiber, please."
"No. L Lawliet was a damn good man. That's all I have to say on the matter. The persona Aiber is dead. L is dead. Kira's won."