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knifemonopoly) wrote2021-02-05 06:28 pm
knifemonopoly) wrote2021-02-05 06:28 pm
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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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[Ryou looks away. If anything's broken his resolve at this point...it's all of that. He doesn't have anything left to fight against.
He reaches into his pocket, withdrawing his Dyster key. He keeps it with him pretty often, after all. Which is for the best, in this case. It couldn't have worked out better for him, could it?]
I want you to think about something for me, while you're here.
[He says this without looking at Atem, going to his bedroom door and closing it so that he can change it, onto a more welcoming place, a place where Ryou can lay in bed and let the Fog wash over him, to soothe his hurt.]
I want you to think about how many of those times I made you do those things. You're blaming them on me--don't lie and say you aren't. You do us both a disservice pretending that you don't really think it's my fault.
[The door clicks shut...and then, another click as he turns his key.]
I'll be moving some things around. If you hear me, pay it no mind. And...Atem?
[He opens the door, steps into Dyster, but before he closes the door, he looks at Atem, and in those glowing eyes of his is actual, painful regret.]
I really am sorry for what you had to do, and what you gave up for me. And I'm sorry that bad things come to me. You're right. I'm cursed.
[The door closes softly after that. True to his word, there might be activity in his room, but Ryou is only there temporarily. If Atem chances a look inside, he'll find that Ryou's possessions have dwindled. The room isn't bare, but it no longer feels warm, personal, or lived in.]
cw hysteria, paranoia
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.