A/N: So... yeah. Drabble. No prompt for this one. Ah... review?

Sometimes, Light can convince himself that they're just names.

Lists and rows and columns of names, none of them with faces, none of them with lives or families or hopes that he shattered with a well-placed pen stroke. That man didn't have a father, and he's not dead. That woman wasn't getting married tomorrow, and she's not dead, either. He's not Kira, he's Light Yagami.

It's a wonderful lie. The kind of lie he wants to tell over and over again until he forces himself to believe it.

He's not Kira, and they're not dead. That's it.

End of story.