More than a decade later, Touta Matsuda stood in an abandoned warehouse, staring down at the body of a person who, for some strange reason, seemed very familiar. It was strange that he felt this way now. They had come back to the Yellow Box Warehouse after finding Light dead…killed, Matsuda thought, by the five shots he himself had fired. Aizawa had gone to call the police-since they weren't technically the police anymore-and Ide and Mogi had stayed with Light-Matsuda wasn't sure why. That left him with another dead body-the body of the…was it the fifth Kira?
Matsuda couldn't remember why this person seemed so familiar. It was as if he was someone he had met when he was very young, and had quite forgotten. He had no idea what it was…but there was something…
He tried to remember, but he couldn't. All he could think was "Delete! Delete! Delete!" The word that Teru Mikami had chanted over and over as he wrote their names in the Death Note. The word that he had thought might be the last he ever heard.
And, suddenly, even though he wasn't sure where it had come from, Matsuda remembered.
"Evil must be deleted…deleted…"
He stared at the thing that had been Mikami as if he had seen a ghost. Perhaps he had. Long black hair…no glasses, but he could have gotten contacts. And, of course, the constant reference to deletion.
"You saved my life," Matsuda whispered, "And you told me…you told me that suicide wasn't the answer. And then you killed yourself? What for? Not for Kira…or was it? It was, wasn't it? It was because you thought that if he could rule the world, you would finally be able to see evil's deletion. That was what you wanted, right?"
He stared forlornly at the body of Teru Mikami, as if he expected it to hold all the answers. But nothing came.
