He should never have gone to England, what the hell was he thinking by pursuing that case to the end!? The only thing he got from it was discovering that certain monsters were real, and worse yet he was--- no.. no no no... he had to forget that ever happened to him, but-- but he just couldn't. The whole flight home was occupied by that whole scenario playing over, and over again in his mind.
Returning home served no reprieve, the memory still going through his mind just as strongly as it was on the plane ride home. There were no thoughts of being Kira, or becoming god of the new world, no... he wasn't sure what his goals were anymore-- but there was one thing he knew for sure--- he was back in Japan, and wasn't allowed back into England, and that he had--
Raito entered his home, a small comfort despite what had happened, and perhaps he felt a little safer here now. The detective slumped against the wall in the kitchen, slowly sliding down it into a sitting position. He could only stare ahead of him, the bruises and wounds he received now sinking into a stinging pain, but he ignored them. He felt... lifeless.