[He doesn't. He really doesn't think it's Ryou's fault.
He knows whose fault it is. It's whatever's interested in ensuring Ryou suffers.
It's a force Atem can't fight anymore.
It's a force he's made terrible mistakes while trying to fight.
It's Atem's fault, too, for falling for it. For making those choices.]
It really was...
...all for nothing....
[He feels dizzy. He feels like he's going to be sick. His hands come up to his mouth, as the fog he breathes slips in and out of his fingers, staccato-quick --
-- and, he laughs. Tears, hot and unwanted, run down his face, into his mouth -- but what comes out is a laugh, that has all of the pattern and rhythm of an erupting volcano.]
You got me!
[He shouts at nothing, to the nearly-empty apartment.]
You really got me, this time! H-hahaha -- ha ha ha ha ha -- I fell for it!
I lose!
[And, he's going to sit there on the bed, spiraling out into darkness, until...
...well. Until Tybolt comes in. He sniffs the dried blood-chocolate on the floor, and makes a small mrrow?
It's enough to get Atem up.]
...come on, boy. We've got to find a new place to live.
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He knows whose fault it is. It's whatever's interested in ensuring Ryou suffers.
It's a force Atem can't fight anymore.
It's a force he's made terrible mistakes while trying to fight.
It's Atem's fault, too, for falling for it. For making those choices.]
It really was...
...all for nothing....
[He feels dizzy. He feels like he's going to be sick. His hands come up to his mouth, as the fog he breathes slips in and out of his fingers, staccato-quick --
-- and, he laughs. Tears, hot and unwanted, run down his face, into his mouth -- but what comes out is a laugh, that has all of the pattern and rhythm of an erupting volcano.]
You got me!
[He shouts at nothing, to the nearly-empty apartment.]
You really got me, this time! H-hahaha -- ha ha ha ha ha -- I fell for it!
I lose!
[And, he's going to sit there on the bed, spiraling out into darkness, until...
...well. Until Tybolt comes in. He sniffs the dried blood-chocolate on the floor, and makes a small mrrow?
It's enough to get Atem up.]
...come on, boy. We've got to find a new place to live.