He silently rises from the bed to fetch a cup, filling it from a jug. He leaves both within easy reach for Yuja on her bedside table before retaking his seat on the bed.

It is very difficult to read his expression. Even now, his thoughts are whirling, plotting, revising plans. He knows not if there is any point to doing so but he cannot help himself.

"And whose idea was it to use all of that Light bleeding out of you as a weapon against me? Such an inspired move cannot have been improvised."