[Ryou doesn't respond to Atem. He says absolutely nothing at all because his attention is fully focused on the snow globe. It'll be just as clear to Atem as it is to him what's inside.
A family. Every person in the family had snowy white hair--a mother, a father, and two children. It looks like they're getting ready to pose for a photo, actually. Ryou...remembers it. He doesn't remember the occasion, but he recalls, vaguely, that they were trying to look nice.
His mother...his mother...he hasn't seen her in so long that he'd nearly forgotten what she looked like. Her hair was much softer than his, feathered lower at the tips, and her eyes were a rich brown, her skin just as light as his used to be. Amane...her skin was a little closer to their father's tone, but she'd gotten their mother's hair.
They...they all looked so happy here. He looked happy, holding his sister's hand, with his father's gently rested on his shoulder.
Ryou sets the globe down, his ears slicked back. This...no one should know about this. No one cared enough. No one knew his mother's face.
He backs off for a moment, stepping away from it. He's...distrustful of it.]
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A family. Every person in the family had snowy white hair--a mother, a father, and two children. It looks like they're getting ready to pose for a photo, actually. Ryou...remembers it. He doesn't remember the occasion, but he recalls, vaguely, that they were trying to look nice.
His mother...his mother...he hasn't seen her in so long that he'd nearly forgotten what she looked like. Her hair was much softer than his, feathered lower at the tips, and her eyes were a rich brown, her skin just as light as his used to be. Amane...her skin was a little closer to their father's tone, but she'd gotten their mother's hair.
They...they all looked so happy here. He looked happy, holding his sister's hand, with his father's gently rested on his shoulder.
Ryou sets the globe down, his ears slicked back. This...no one should know about this. No one cared enough. No one knew his mother's face.
He backs off for a moment, stepping away from it. He's...distrustful of it.]
That's...
[The words die on his lips.]