[Ryou lets out a soft grunt as his head is shoved, and before he can center up again, glare at Atem--
--he's being pulled up, his arms are twisting uncomfortably. His tail whips to the side, glowing bright red, if only briefly. He deserves this...but it doesn't mean he has to like it.
Pride, though...is this pride? Is this what pride feels like? He has to think on it, because the words don't intimidate him quite as much as he'd expect. Is it...because he's thinking of his friends? Do they give him pride, he wonders?
When he's sat again, on the uncomfortable bench with his arms bound behind him, Ryou glares downward. This time, he doesn't bother to look up, to give Atem--no, his warden--the satisfaction of seeing his trepidation.]
My strength has meant nothing for a long time...now, for once, it might mean something again.
[Is this real? It's not. But it is. He feels this...in his heart, as an inarguable truth.
(stop fighting and take what you deserve)
His tail tip twitches by his feet, flashing so fast the color is imperceptible.]
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--he's being pulled up, his arms are twisting uncomfortably. His tail whips to the side, glowing bright red, if only briefly. He deserves this...but it doesn't mean he has to like it.
Pride, though...is this pride? Is this what pride feels like? He has to think on it, because the words don't intimidate him quite as much as he'd expect. Is it...because he's thinking of his friends? Do they give him pride, he wonders?
When he's sat again, on the uncomfortable bench with his arms bound behind him, Ryou glares downward. This time, he doesn't bother to look up, to give Atem--no, his warden--the satisfaction of seeing his trepidation.]
My strength has meant nothing for a long time...now, for once, it might mean something again.
[Is this real? It's not. But it is. He feels this...in his heart, as an inarguable truth.
(stop fighting and take what you deserve)
His tail tip twitches by his feet, flashing so fast the color is imperceptible.]