[Ryou feels...unbalanced at first, as if he'd blinked and gone somewhere completely different without realizing. It's disorienting and takes him a minute to get used to.

He glances at his hands, moves them a little. The metal is heavy. He can't leave. His eyes half-close, lips parted as he acclimates to this new reality. Then...Atem speaks, and his gaze is drawn upward.]

A-ah. Uhm.

[Confession?

He looks down at the paper...then back up to Atem. A confession. Right.]

Just the monsters...right?

[One long, clawed finger runs along the table, scratching against the surface. It feels real to him. It feels like this is actually happening.

(it should. you belong here)]

I've caused emotional and mental distress to many monsters with my actions, and closed off several of their options for integrating into densely populated human areas like Bavan. I've disadvantaged other shades with what I've done, because no human will ever delineate one shadow from another.

I've said...a lot of things I didn't mean. To make people hate me. Because I...I don't like myself. I said I wouldn't do that again, I'd respect myself better than that, but...I did it anyway.

And I...acted on my own feelings during an event I had no business interrupting. Your game.

[As he speaks, he mostly stares at his own claw, scratching against the table, but from time to time, he peers up at Atem, gauging his expression. That's where his eyes settle at the end of his tirade. on Atem.]