[Then, Ryou's face is shoved away -- not hard enough to send him falling over, but in a way that's dismissive, unimpressed, and might leave him off-balance. He strides around the table, and he unfastens the manacle-chain from the table. The heavy iron cuffs still press chill against Ryou's wrists, far too small to even entertain the hope of getting past his large shade-hands, and as Atem manhandles Ryou roughly, bringing his hands behind his back and fastening the cuffs together, he says:]
I'll break your pride. I'll show you your strength means nothing. It's only a matter of time.
[And he'll be marched, hands behind his back, to a holding cell (to his room) and sat down on a cold, ugly, utilitarian bench (his bed).]
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[He meets Ryou's eyes for a long moment.]
That's too much. You're too proud, Ryou Bakura!
[Then, Ryou's face is shoved away -- not hard enough to send him falling over, but in a way that's dismissive, unimpressed, and might leave him off-balance. He strides around the table, and he unfastens the manacle-chain from the table. The heavy iron cuffs still press chill against Ryou's wrists, far too small to even entertain the hope of getting past his large shade-hands, and as Atem manhandles Ryou roughly, bringing his hands behind his back and fastening the cuffs together, he says:]
I'll break your pride. I'll show you your strength means nothing. It's only a matter of time.
[And he'll be marched, hands behind his back, to a holding cell (to his room) and sat down on a cold, ugly, utilitarian bench (his bed).]