"I..."
"Because it's been feeling like that a lot, you know."
"I'm always the one calling."
"I'm always the one texting."
"And It's just starting to feel like I'm just bothering you."
"No, Morgaine. Listen, I really..."
"Is there something you hate about me, Ryuk?"
"Something that makes you try to keep your distance and make every presence short but your absence very long?"
"No, there isn't. I swear to—"
"Then why do I feel like you wouldn't mind me slipping out of your grasp?"
"Like you wouldn't care if I left or stayed?"
Morgaine asked as Ryuk tried to say something, but under Morgaine's glassy stare, all words just seemed to have been lost.
And then—
PPPIIIING
The call was disconnected as the screen was switched off, and all Ryuk could see was his own cold reflection—a face that seemed to have gotten colder than he remembered it.
In the next instant—
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM