[If Beat was truthful, he'd admit he's known the sting of defeat. Several times. But he refuses. Those were handed to him under rigged games. This might technically be another rigged game, where the house has the winning hand no matter what.

But Beat will not give into the God's rules. He'll punch at that brick wall until it finally crumbles. Or he finally loses himself and unwillingly gives up.

When he feels the tears in his fur, he sighs and rests a hand against the back of Atem's neck, a soothing comforting touch as he holds the vampire. He tucks his own head in, tightening the hold, also subtly marking Atem with a scent tracker. With it, he'll be able to keep an 'nose' on him for a week. Until he figures out something more permanent.]

One big difference, yo. From now on, we ain't doin' shit on our own, aight? [Do you understand, Atem? No pushing those that would help away. No more going in expecting no one to back you.] This place has it's rules but fuck them. Fuck the Gods an' fuck their rules. Fuck the way they play their games. [His fingers curl and dig a little into Atems back.] I never liked playin' by others rules anyways. Time to write our own.