[Ryou's broken the fiction. He's asked to be released, invoked the escape-rule, and it's what Atem's been waiting for, too. In the real world, Atem lets out a breath of relief, and his shoulders slump; in the image, he simply fades out of existence. The walls and chains and bench and floor all dissolve around Ryou, melting out of existence, and he'll find himself back in reality, in his own room, seated on his bed. There are no bruises, no irritated skin where the manacles were, only a cool vampire hand in his, holding it gently.
Atem's other hand is at the juncture of Ryou's neck and shoulder. He looks into Ryou's eyes, searching his expression, all warmth and concern, with none of the ice and menace from a moment ago.]
It's all right. You're safe. You're home. It's all right...
[A beat. There's tears on Ryou's face. He has to resist the impulse to wipe them away, not yet, not until he's got a better idea of where Ryou is, emotionally, and how Ryou feels about him, after that.]
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Atem's other hand is at the juncture of Ryou's neck and shoulder. He looks into Ryou's eyes, searching his expression, all warmth and concern, with none of the ice and menace from a moment ago.]
It's all right. You're safe. You're home. It's all right...
[A beat. There's tears on Ryou's face. He has to resist the impulse to wipe them away, not yet, not until he's got a better idea of where Ryou is, emotionally, and how Ryou feels about him, after that.]
How do you feel?