[Ryou begins to float away...then hesitates, looking over his shoulder.
...This must be so hard on Atem. He's lost two of his close friends, and now he's driven to searching for their names in a graveyard to confirm if they've gone for good. Ryou wishes he could do more to help...but at this point, any comfort he might offer would probably be seen as cloying pity.
He doesn't like being pitied. He couldn't imagine Atem would like it either.
So, he goes about floating along the headstones, reading the names carefully. No one they know shows up, and that's a good thing! There are actually no names he recognizes either, not that he expected to find any.
By the time he's reached the stones closest to the gate, Ryou can tell he has to stop, just for a moment. He wants to keep floating, but his body feels so heavy...so he settles down next to one of the graves and leans against the stone.
He's...just going to rest for a moment. He's tired...the ground somehow feels so inviting, and he doesn't even mind that he's leaning on someone's grave. He hopes they don't mind either, actually.]
...Please accept my apologies. I mean no disrespect.
[Murmured quietly, even though he knows it's an empty grave...he has to pay his respect.]
I'll let you be in...a minute.
[...Many minutes later, he's completely out, curled up on the ground and scarcely corporeal, if at all.]
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...This must be so hard on Atem. He's lost two of his close friends, and now he's driven to searching for their names in a graveyard to confirm if they've gone for good. Ryou wishes he could do more to help...but at this point, any comfort he might offer would probably be seen as cloying pity.
He doesn't like being pitied. He couldn't imagine Atem would like it either.
So, he goes about floating along the headstones, reading the names carefully. No one they know shows up, and that's a good thing! There are actually no names he recognizes either, not that he expected to find any.
By the time he's reached the stones closest to the gate, Ryou can tell he has to stop, just for a moment. He wants to keep floating, but his body feels so heavy...so he settles down next to one of the graves and leans against the stone.
He's...just going to rest for a moment. He's tired...the ground somehow feels so inviting, and he doesn't even mind that he's leaning on someone's grave. He hopes they don't mind either, actually.]
...Please accept my apologies. I mean no disrespect.
[Murmured quietly, even though he knows it's an empty grave...he has to pay his respect.]
I'll let you be in...a minute.
[...Many minutes later, he's completely out, curled up on the ground and scarcely corporeal, if at all.]