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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PLAYER1. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 10.11.0.0.01 * PLAYER1 has joined 10.11.0.0.01 <PLAYER1>** If you're looking for someone you knew as Yugi before June, you've found him! It's Atem, leave a message.

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I don't mind at all!

[Good work was done today. There's a lot of people for Riley to look into...it should keep her busy for a while, it's precisely what she wants.]

It's safer to walk together, especially after dark.

[He remembers being a human in Ryslig, how scary living in Bavan could be. Even if the odds that you yourself would get picked off were low...you always knew someone who knew someone who had.]

[ Riley smiles, gratefully. She mouths a thank you, as Kajsa's collecting her backpack. If her brief surprise is anything to go off, it seems the human girl forgot Atem was there too.

It's only once they've gotten her back to the orphanage safe and sound that Riley feels she can really address Atem, in all of it. ]

Thanks for this, uhm... I'm sorry, you really didn't get to...do much...

[ It turned out all she really needed to do was ask someone close to her. Amazing. ]

That's okay. I just wanted to be sure it went well...it looks like there's a lot you can do to help.

And that girl, Kajsa -- she trusts you a lot, doesn't she? It's good that she had someone to talk to about this!

[ Riley hesitates, the almost-smile on her face somewhat awkward, somewhat sad. ]

She...was really hurting. I don't really... I made a lot of...mistakes, with all of this, but— I'm...glad...that she still feels okay to talk about this with me.

....

[He, with all of the tact of a demon, decides to stop dancing around the issue.]

Her parents were hurting her, and you killed them. Right? Her, and others?

[He's not judging her. Not in the least. Atem absolutely understands how this happened. His tone's the tone of someone who wants to know for sure: something like how you'd say, when you say gone, you mean dead, right?]

... shit, yo. that jus' tells me never leave it up to mana cause she will laugh herself sick after you turn into something else.

still glad that's over wid. you aight? like, really aight, yo.

shapeshiftin, yeah! that's how i thought i was meltin at first when i tried to shift into somethin super cool an then manas funny moment kicked in an i just gooed it up instead

think i traumatized a friend wid dat one.

[Is he alright? Like, really alright?

No. He isn't. He's not used to these kinds of blackouts. And, there's one big fear, that's eating away at his heart...]

...Beat, while I was
not myself
did you see me hurt anyone?

[ Her eyes drop in obvious shame. He may not be judging her, but she hasn't forgotten the feeling of it. She hasn't stopped feeling awful, not for a moment.

Riley nods. ]

That's...what I was doing. In November.

When you'd just come back, from...you know.

[He's not gonna name it.]

And you stopped, because...you couldn't keep hunting parents while also making sure the kids all got the right care. I'm sorry, Riley...that's difficult. I think you were right, to pick a new kind of target...but I know you were hurting, and I know you meant well. You want to help, right?

not a soul yo

you was pickin up clothes an pushin mannequins away but that was it

even when i walked over an touched yer arm you didnt fight or nothin you jus let me move you to sitchu down an stuff

that's good. when I was a nephilim in november, I got into a lot of fights more than usual, because my mind wasn't right it's a powerful monster type, but it messes with how you think and one of them decided to get revenge I don't want it to happen again. attacking someone because I'm not myself. then being caught by surprise because I don't remember.

ey yo i know i get too much shit sometimes fer jus sayin stuff like this but

if you dont wanna then it aint gonna happen you got it in you to be strong nuff to resist if you believe in yerself an even if you dont you got friends round who DO believe in you you know?

dont hesitate to reach out if shit seems to be goin sideways an you aint sure if you can trust yerself

I stopped because I couldn't do it anymore, I—

[ It's a moment where her voice breaks, but she catches herself. It feels...wrong, to talk about this outside of this building. ]

...Don't praise me for picking a new kind of target. I didn't even...realize, just how stupid and ignorant, I... [ She sighs. No, she doesn't want to get into it. Not now. ] Yeah. I wanna help. I wanna...make sure none of them grow up like me.

[ Into a murderer who couldn't be loved. ]

[Blue-scaled brows go up.]

Do you really think it's that bad, to be like you?

[It's a little reproachful. Riley. You're being too hard on yourself.]

[ She pulls her mouth tight and taut and shrugs a little. ]

I sure haven't had a good time of it lately.

You're not your mistakes, Riley. Don't tell yourself you are! It's not true.

[His hooves clip lightly along on the pavement.]

It's okay to not want them to repeat the things you've done that you don't like...but growing up to be like you wouldn't be bad at all.

I won't give you shit for it. It's a really nice thing to say... ...thank you. It's just hard when I can't tell what I did do, because I can't remember.

no need fer thanks thats what friends are for

ye i get that yo but if you ever get that feelin jus hollar aight?

ill take you boardin or somethin getchyer mind offa shit

Boarding? What kind?

every kind yo!

skate, snow though it mostly jus skiin cause they aint invented snowboards yet, surfin when its warmer

oh shit yo wind surfin you gotta try that

I'm not going to be very good at it...I'm specialized for hand-eye coordination and strategy, not sports...

i werent either when i first started! im sure i broke more things than jus my face but i was also doin it lone you gonna have me to make sure you dont make yer nose crooked

[well....he's picked up weirder skills here....like engineering, cooking person meat, animal handling (cats) and phlebotomy.....]

I guess I can give it a try. Anything that happens will be healed the next fog anyway.

[And it beats sitting around alone, stuck in his own thoughts. There's a time for that, and a time to work on other things. Maybe "boarding, all kinds" will be useful later...]

hell ye yo!

there, if you ever feelin stuck in yer head or you jus need to go clear yer thoughts and thinka nothin gimme a hollar an ill drag you out to amusement mile or somethin an i can teachu to grind some rails

Of course. I'm glad that I could tell you. And I'm glad you felt comfortable telling me your mother's name back then as well...

[Maybe Atem had told other people. It's okay, it's not as if he couldn't. But Ryou feels that between them, sharing something about long-forgotten parents that were good and kind is special. A cherished pair of memories.

A hand traces up along the gap between Atem's wings where they join at his back, his pads only softly pressing against Atem's body, mapping the space out softly.]

...I love you.

[There's something so reverent in his words as he stands on one knee, feeling Atem's tail wrapping around his own, the wings and arms encircling him and making him feel wanted.

His gratitude towards Atem can't be measured. He's always so interested in Ryou, and Ryou shouldn't be surprised anymore, but he can't help it.

Remembering Atem's mother is the best he can do. Kiya...he will remember. Names are important, after all. Good family even moreso.]

All this from a snow globe...It's a good thing after all, then.

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