Dr. Light slid his hand down his face, tiredly rubbing the bridge of his nose and the pouches beneath his eyes. When he looked at the computer screen again, though, nothing had changed. The results were there and undeniable, and no matter how hard he had tried to find another, faster way, this was the only option he knew would work.

Thirty years, he thought, his shoulders sagging with resignation.

Thirty years.

In thirty years his son would wake up without ever knowing his father.