Mirth? I suppose you could call it that. Smart man. So you noticed the similarities in my name.

[ He adjusts his gaze to assess his surroundings-- it still appeared to only be the two of them in the room. Izaya's eyes meet Roger's and his hollow smiled beams at him. He knew of Japan, meaning they were likely from the same world. Good. ]

My parents were a bit eccentric when it came to naming. So you know the prophet I was named after then, huh? Are you a man of religion?

[ Izaya looks down to his wound and sighs again. ]

Yeah, compression. The words became muddled in my mind-- I am sure you know that English is not my first language, after all. And yes,

[ His mood darkened. ]

I was checking on my sheep and didn't notice a wolf in the midst.