[Ryou wants to disappear. His shadows respond in kind, darkening from the inside out, the aura rippling as if to respond to his wishes. He shrinks, because that's the only thing he can do.]

I'm not...angry at you though. I'm...I'm just.

[He shakes his head, his hair whipping around and lightly rippling as if it had no weight to it. This is the most shade-like that Atem's probably seen him since they'd first met, with his edges blurring and his humanity fading away.]

I'm so sorry...I'm sorry, but I wish...that people didn't see that in me all the time. I just want to keep it in and not have people tell me how lonely and sad I am. I already know it, alright? I get it. I'm just a loser that hangs on the edges of his friend group and has no family to live with because if they aren't dead, then they're too busy running a museum and even if that wasn't the case, all of my bridges were burned at every other school by the spirit stealing my friend's souls and putting them in the miniatures I made for them. I can't move back. I've nothing to move back to.

And now I'm here.

[He can't look at Atem as he says this all, because it's not Atem's fault and he's somehow blaming him.]

Now I'm a monster who preys on people, destroys what they are utterly so they can never exist, even in the afterlife. So the outside matches the inside.

[A loser who no one gets to know, and who can't do anything but cause pain and inconvenience for others.]