[Ryou knows that this is probably going to be more frustrating than anything, but...he simply sits. He sits and wraps his wings around himself, because he doesn't want to be looked at right now. Atem's words cut harshly, and the flash of righteous fury was already fading.

He looks pitiful and sorry for himself, and that's probably so annoying, isn't it?]

...Sorry. For proving you right. Because you're right, about everything. I don't know about all your regrets.

And I don't have enough coins to fix this.

[The light of Ryou's halo is almost nonexistent, the metal bits of his halo dangling lifelessly.]

But...I won't. I won't just stop caring. That's not what anyone wants.

[Including him, but he doesn't articulate it. He's tired of being hungry, of being scared and lonely. It's miserable, and although he can't turn up his social levels all the time, and sometimes he's not hungry because he's upset...he can see where it's caused trouble. Where the lies have poisoned them both, even if they're just by omission.]

I'm not supposed to hurt myself, because it hurts you...but it also hurts me.

[There's a pause, a long enough one that if Atem wanted to yell again, he could.]

D...do you want me to stay away...while I'm like this? I can go. I can figure it out...unless you'd rather go. But someone has to stay.

For Tybolt.