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[knifemonopoly]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PLAYER1. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 10.11.0.0.01 *** PLAYER1 has joined 10.11.0.0.01 <PLAYER1> If you're looking for someone you knew as Yugi before June, you've found him! It's Atem, leave a message.

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physical mail, forward dated to 11/1 because there's some dude messing with my internet tomorrow

[boneshears]

[It's Mister Oskar that actually delivers it. It doesn't come to Atem's mailbox, although the boy would know that if he wanted to find out which apartment so badly, he could. It's a deliberate amount of distance. A party mediating, someone that no one will hurt bringing it over is a pointed advertisement that it's safe to open.

The A4 envelope has an embossed label, addressed to Atem, c/o Oskar, and is around a quarter of an inch thick. The back is sealed with black wax, stamped with a rampant, heraldic chimera.

Inside, there are two things.

The first is a selection of documents, signing over control of the AT3M artificial heart to Atem, including all rights to the name and control over its manufacture. The contract is already signed in Gabriel's hand, requiring only for Atem to produce it to the manufacturer (with their address listed within the pages) to complete the change to a name of his choosing. The sole caveat is that the device cannot be produced for profit, and any money made from it is to be put back into medical research by the company making the device.

The second is a type written note. It simply reads I went too far. It's the closest to "I'm Sorry" as Gabriel is capable of expressing.

There is nothing more.]

[knifemonopoly]

[A handwritten note is passed back, a couple of days later.]

I'd say, "do you think this is a reason for forgiveness?" But you and I both know better. You're lucky I left your home alone, instead of destroying it, the way you did to mine. It doesn't matter that you didn't mean to. I didn't mean to, and that meant nothing to you.

Go fuck yourself, and on your way, apologize to Ryou for killing him, after he'd done nothing to you.

I'm taking the heart. Never speak to me again.