[...the light's fading. He can tell, even with his streaming eyes shielded behind his arm.

I did what I had to...

...

That's some psychological-change bullshit if he's ever heard it.

Atem, now that the light's going back down, dashes the water off his face with the back of a hand, and turns back to face him, fins flared.]

You don't know ANYTHING about what I regret and what I don't!

[A breath. Then, quieter, marginally calmer, talking himself through his own thoughts:]

I knew this monster form would go badly. I know how it affects you, firsthand. But if you're going to use your powers on me like this, for something like hiding my doubts from you --

...

[Awful realization, frustration, dawns on Atem's face. Shit. Son of a bitch. They need to be apart for a while, while Ryou's still a nephilim, but...]

...but I can't tell you to leave, can I? If I do, you'll just stop caring for yourself again! But if you stay, and I go, you'll probably just sit here the whole time...

[And, Ryou's looking for that damned event-inducing amulet, still...shit, shit shit shit, what's the right move here, this timing is really bad....]