[ God fucking damn it, Light, you're a genius, you should recognise the signs of heavily repressed trauma, at the very least - how his breathing seems even but forced, the shaking of his hands even as they're clenched into fists when he drops them to his side, how his expression goes a little bit distant, as if he's trying to dissociate himself from the experience.

At least it's not sympathy. He would have walked away if Light Yagami had even shown the smallest bit of sympathy towards him. ]

Yes. I had a-- [ He hesitated to say friend, because once upon a time, he had respected Pegasus Crawford enough. Before... before. ] --business associate, who tried to use a combination of my SolidVision technology and soul magic to resurrect his late wife. Conspired with the board of directors for my company to essentially oust me from my rightful position and ensure that I couldn't return to exact revenge by virtue of being a soulless shell locked in a castle on a godforsaken island.

[ He's fixing a glare at Light now - it's evident that he's even loathe to admit just the barest details, what he's given Light. ]