[If Atem were capable of closing his eyes in this form, he would. He's content here. But he can't! So, he looks out the window, watching the arcade approach.]

He's very kind. But he gets angry, too...

I'd like to protect his kindness, if I can! But the anger might serve him better here. The kind of righteous fury that used to call me...when someone had been hurt, but he didn't have the power to make it right...