Light Yagami, Sayu thinks, is an idealist. Whatever dubious morals he might hold, here and in that other, half-remembered place, whatever people he has(hasn't) killed aside, he is an idealist.
That's his problem, she thinks. He wants to fix things, to form the world around him to his own vision of perfection. He wants the world to be orderly, neat, as contained and controlled as he has made himself and his own immediate surroundings. He thinks that things can be fixed.
The problem is that while he has perfected his mask of humanity, he will never really be one of them. Never really understand them.
Sayu is just as human as her brother is, which is to say not very much at all, but elsewhere, elsewhen, across a void that spans dimensions, she was something closer to it. And she remembers.
That's always been the problem, really. The remembering.
She remembers another place, so much like and unlike this time and place that she now occupies. She thinks of the strange histories shared across both places, the tales and legends and people twisted and changed across the divide. Everything just familiar enough to be unsettling. But still, even across the dimensional void, there are some things that do not change at all.
And one of those things is this: the world is rotten.
It is a rotten place filled with rotten people, all unaware of their own putrid stench. It festers and spoils like a corpse left out in the hot summer sun, its juices leaking and bloated beyond recognition by its own gases.
They're disgusting and too blind to recognize it.
There are some things that cannot be fixed, even with the power of a god and a mind that transcends the sphere of human consciousness.
Sayu has always believed that people, that humanity is one of those things.
People, are rotten, are chaotic, are messy and terrible and cruel. They refuse to listen to logic, are blinded by their own greed and burn the world around them.
They are their own deaths.
(She thinks of fire, of the sharp scent of gasoline and scent of burning flesh)
But Light wants to fix the world. He want to be the benevolent God who looks upon his children, so far below him, and grants them mercy and demands blood in the same breath. (She imagines it, a Light so terrible and great and it is beautiful)
He wants to make things better, and this conviction burns within his heart so very fiercely. He wants a world made free of rot.
The world cannot be fixed. The rot is deep and insidious. Sayu believes this deep within her void-filled soul. But for Light, for her beautiful, terrible, wonderful Light, she would try.
[if Light wants to be a god, then she will make him one]
