“i want light to be happy,” you say, and rem inwardly sighs. your density knows no bounds.

“i told you, i’ll kill l for you,” rem mutters back. she hovers in the air, wings folding into her back while she leans against the wall.

“but then you’ll die!” and oh, your saccharine-sweet tone makes rem’s teeth rot in all the ways a shinigami’s teeth shouldn’t.

“i only want to see you happy,” rem responds. she hovers closer, claws extending to play with your soft hair.

such pretty hair.

rem would do anything for your safety.

“my rem,” you muse quietly, laying on bed and staring at the ceiling, “my rem would die but light would be happy. what do i do?”

she gives you a deadpan stare, her claw scratching lightly over your face into it pokes the tip of your nose.

“light isn’t good for you. don’t bother with him.”

bother me instead, rem even wants to say.