figlia_morbida | Ryslig

[The frustrating thing about Ryslig is that so much happens, and when you're a newer sort, there are details that remain unclear until they come up again, and over time, they become better defined.

Atem was tortured. That came first.

Then it was: Atem was tortured by Daniel. And now it's: Atem was tortured by Daniel, out of what were ultimately deeply misguided sentiments on Daniel's part, fueled by desperation that abetted an unimaginable amount of cruelty. But she remembers the base fact most vividly. It was one of the first things she learned about Atem, which is a hell of a way to be introduced to someone.

The fact Atem was candid about it was half of why she found him so incredible.]

...You hadn't, no.

I'll admit I'm unclear on the difference between Felfri and the other world. So to clarify: Felfri was the dream world, and Daniel's was something else entirely?

Not quite. Felfri is a different Ryslig, one where everyone has powers but no one's allowed to fight with them. It's one where the Fourth God has the controlling power, instead of the Fog. Monsters visited it two years ago...it's where the Cube came from.

At least, that's how I understand it. It was before my time! The dream world -- at least, the one I experienced -- was a shared consciousness phenomenon that happened in June because of some evil trees. And then, Daniel's place...

Daniel's place was a Ryslig where all of us from other worlds had actually been born and raised here. For a week, we became those people...we had memories of whole lives, here. As humans.

The "me" in that world...Adam...he knew that world's Doppio.

[Trish's eyes widen at that. So there's more than one Fourth-controlled space, which makes sense, but it's still interesting to hear. Atem really is an inch high private eye, sniffing out this world's secrets for himself...

Her face goes on an interesting journey then, when the term "evil trees" leaves his mouth. Of course, why wouldn't there be sinister plant life?

But it is nice to have clarification that there was a dream world and...she's not sure what to call Daniel's creation. A fake life? That sounds like a dream too, but the fact it left them with lifelong memories that felt real enough that it bled into Atem's feelings toward Doppio now...it's interesting. Revealing.]

In what capacity? I'm led to assume you were at least friends in that fake life.

[More importantly:]

Is that why you've been looking into him? I don't want to accuse you of being sentimental, but I doubt the Doppio you knew there is anywhere to be found in the Doppio here.

[He keeps his feet in the water, looking out over the pond.]

He was different. His name was Solido...he was a sailor. He knew my -- that is, Adam's -- father. My father and I would get away from Bavan, sometimes...we'd go to Vandare, and I'd play cards with the sailors in the bar. And, when that man died...I have memories of Solido being there for me.

[Adam had been eleven, when it had happened. He'd cried.]

I know we're not the same people. But it's hard to stop caring completely, when you have memories like that, even when they're not entirely yours. I think he feels that, too.

[Take it from him. He felt the same way about Jounouchi and Anzu...people Yugi remembered, that Atem wanted to protect.]

I suppose, if he'd been cruel to me afterwards, I could have let go, but...he hasn't. The impression I've gotten of him since is of someone whose whole world is one person...

...and when your world is one person, it doesn't matter what you do to others, if it's for that person's sake.

[Again, his tone suggests, believe me, I know!]

The way to stop that is to have other people in your life who matter, too. To be yourself, instead of someone else's protective shadow. So, I'm not willing to stop trying to be his friend, even though he's done terrible things. Because, even if it's not the same as how he cares about his boss, I think he cares about me, and I doubt there are many that can say that.

[Here, he looks up at Trish, and offers a small smile.]

I want to help him be a Doppio that's more than just the don's underboss. And I think I have a chance.

Edited 2022-04-14 13:36 (UTC)

[Trish is quiet as Atem explains, watching the ripples in the water, their shifting reflections warped and stretched on the water's surface. That which is not real and can never be real, while Atem talks about something that was just as illusory, but felt so real to him he's still holding fast to it when the grain of truth that inspired it has yet to be proven otherwise.

And...she bites the inside of her cheek to hide any visible reaction, but there it is again. That name Doppio shouldn't have, but does. Solido. That almost certainly makes Doppio's ties to that name much stronger, doesn't it? Even in a dream world, he was called Solido. When he was a little boy, he was called Solido. Just as Atem fell into old memories to recreate the little boy he used to be, that means it's true, isn't it?

Solido is Doppio's name, not Diavolo's.

Something prompts her to look up, some movement in the corner of her vision, and she meets Atem's smile with an expression that is both thoughtful and torn.]

...I think so too. Doppio isn't a good person, but he has the capacity to be better. Giorno doesn't believe that, and I don't blame him for feeling that way in the least, but I'm like you. I've seen a glimpse of Doppio when he's better.

[She offers Atem a tentative smile.]

Just like you have a lifetime of memories where he was nothing but kind to you. Though I also have to ask...doesn't it bother you to have fake memories dictate how you feel?

[The false memories...she wonders how many people found a connection with others through Daniel's other world. Was Giorno one of them? He must have been.]

I'm sure they must have felt real, but I'd struggle when the person I thought I knew is only a little like the one I grew close to.

[Atem looks down, when she points that out.]

Not really...

...even if the memories aren't real, the feelings can be. Even if that person isn't exactly the same, I've struck up friendships starting with less! It's an okay place to start, as you get to know their other self.

[Atem's tone turns dry as he goes on:]

...do you know, Giorno asked me to spy on Doppio, when he found out I had a connection with him? I refused, of course...and he accepted my refusal. But it was pretty gutsy, to assume I'd agree to something like that...

Even if Doppio and Diavolo are a bigger threat than the average monster, which I'm not sure is true...that threat can't be neutralized through force or fear! Not in Ryslig. You can't make another monster behave differently. You can only hope to reach their heart, and help them choose something better for themselves.

[There's a lot of people Atem wants to reach, to support, to help them choose something better. Doppio's one. Javert's another. Daniel seems to be trying, but Atem can't be the one to reach out to him...and then there's Ryou, too.]

[That's not something she's ever considered, not once. Memories aren't real, but the feelings can be...? Is that how it works in a place that warps bodies and perception as readily as clay begging to be molded? Trish supposes...the person at their core, and the feelings therein, that's all they can really hold on to in place like Ryslig.

But it's hard, because she wants stability, something tangible and stable.

Atem is a clever person, eminently flexible...where she sees something too good to be true, too suspicious to really trust, he sees opportunity. And he's sentimental too, she knows. Sweet and understanding. His heart is big enough she can see how he wouldn't hesitate to let people in if they showed they only meant well, or the potential for it.]

Is that so? I think you're simply the type of person that draws others to you. You make friends easily.

[She believes that more than anything. She has to admit she's been drawn too.

As for Giorno...Trish frowns. To Atem, it must have seemed really invasive and ultimately unkind with no context to back it. As if Atem would betray a friend's trust like that.

And what he says resonates with her. It's what she's decided on too, as someone who can't fight...her only strength is espousing reason and showing kindness as much as she can. She's verbally strong-armed Doppio, sure, but she likes to think he could see her logic, even if he didn't want to admit it.

Trish pulls her feet out of the water, then, but only to tuck her legs against her body, wrapping her arms around her knees and curling up.]

...I had no idea Giorno reached out to you. [Said softly.] Doppio and Diavolo wronged us deeply back home, and I know he can't forgive that. Neither can I. But I...

I don't think fighting them is the answer anymore. So if you can reach Doppio's heart like you say, then I'm with you, Atem. I want to see you succeed.

However, I don't know how much Diavolo will allow that. If there's anyone that can ultimately sabotage you, it's him.

Heh!

[He keeps being told he makes friends easily...honestly, it surprises him to realize, and to know. In his mind, Yugi's the one who's better at making friends -- it's hard to shift from his perception of himself a year and a half ago, where Yugi had friends and Atem protected them from the shadows -- but it's clearly not the case anymore, and he has to admit it. He puts a light, gentle hand on Trish's upper arm, just for a second. He sees her curling up into herself, and it's to reassure: it's okay.]

He said something similar -- that he hoped I succeeded, and that if anyone could do it, it'd be someone like me.

As for the other guy, though...I have to admit, he's still largely a mystery to me. He's not like anyone I've ever met before...he's clearly used to being powerful, but he also seems like he's afraid to exist...I can't quite figure him out!

[Trish makes a soft noise of surprise at the touch, but it's not unwelcome. Here, in this place, Atem's hand is warm, as opposed to the usual chill that comes from undeath, and her skin bas no barrier of fur to mute the sensation.

As fake as it may be, it's real and grounding just for the intent behind it. So when she looks to him, her expression is soft.

Of course, she always will wonder where people think she stands with the boys...and how much she approves of them when they do things like Giorno had. She doesn't fault him for seeking Atem as an avenue, but...Atem, his safety matters far more than any intel. So she's surprised to hear him say that. Would Giorno have approved of her reaching out as well, with that in mind, or is it because Atem is so removed from the conflict that Giorno sees no harm in him trying? It's impossible to tell, so her silence in Giorno's wake can only be justified, right?]

It's because you're someone who's easy to talk to, Atem. Your questions come off as genuine interest. Maybe you have some motive, but it never feels that way.

[For her, motive is implicit meanwhile, and thus Doppio hardly shared a thing with her aside from one boggling peace offering. But that's neither here nor there.

Then...as if to prove her statement to Atem, Trish chews her lip. "The other guy", he says. Oh, she wonders about that man more often than she cares to, if only because he's baffling in every way.]

You and I feel the same way about Diavolo too.

[Trish is looking at Atem now, emerald green eyes gazing with a hardness not directed at the boy-king with a heart of gold.]

Did you ever notice any similarities between us? I haven't really mentioned it to anyone here, but he's...my father.

[If he has any motive at all...it's not personal, and not harmful. It's that he's seen the harm that comes from monsters who feel alone and hopeless, with no one to talk to...Atem hopes to forestall that, by making sure everyone is taken care of, and doesn't get to the point of desperation that Daniel and Javert had.

But he also finds things to like about the people he meets pretty easily. Every monster he meets is intetrsting. His friends are so cool, and the things they like are cool, and it's cool that they like them. And if they act in ways that cause harm...often there's a reason. Since monsters can't die, the better way to handle it is to hear them out, and help. Murder's not a viable option anymore!

All of that, though, is less important than the bomb she's just dropped.]

Your father?!

[Give him a second to digest that.]

Sorry. I don't mean to be rude. He just didn't seem the type to have that kind of relationship!

[That guy seems like he'd be spooked by the sight of a nipple that wasn't his own, to be terribly honest.]

[In that, they have similar goals, don't they? Trish believes in reaching out and connecting with Doppio, and any other so-called monster, because they're ultimately...still human. There's something there to hurt, but there's also something there to nurture, too. To cultivate as much as they can in the world they live in...that's an admirable goal, isn't it?

Although Atem is far more generous than her, she's sure. People like Lusamine and Aunamee are simply irredeemable, but they were real monsters before their bodies changed to match the ugliness inside them.

Regardless, any dour thoughts are set aside as Atem reacts almost immediately to that revelation, and not in the way she expects.

Trish blinks, staring back for a beat, before she laughs. Really laughs. It's a stupid thing to laugh about, maybe, but then...Atem has no context besides what he's seen of Diavolo! She tries to picture herself in Atem's shoes, and it only gets funnier. It must sound goddamn strange to hear this after what little he's come to know of Diavolo.

Trish waves a hand then, still curled over her knees, but her smile is impossible to miss.]

No, be as rude as you like! I've honestly wondered the same many times. But I'm living proof, so I can't really deny it, can I?

[Okay, okay. She can't keep having a chuckle over this, because her next point isn't nearly as humorous.

Still, it's something she'll tuck away. She hasn't told anyone outside of her little circle exactly because it's so morbid, but well...Atem knows Doppio is a gangster. So maybe this will help him understand why Diavolo may be an issue. It's worth sharing, considering they have the same goal.

So Trish follows up her last statement without hesitation, her smile turning watery as she continues:]

Really, I don't care if you insult him or not. That man and I have no love for each other. He'd rather I was dead.

[This could be construed two different ways, she realizes; hyperbole, or fact. She's almost curious to see where Atem lands.]

Edited 2022-04-25 05:13 (UTC)

[Well, well. At some point, Diavolo let someone else get close enough to have a kid with them. Atem has to wonder -- was it the relationship that went bad, and left Diavolo so unwilling to be perceived? But that's a question Trish might not know...

He grins, too, in shared mirth at the idea of Diavolo being too jumpy to sleep with anyone. It's gratifying to hear Trish laugh like that....Atem's not sure he has, before. She's so serious, wound so tight almost all of the time, and he's going to remember how her laughter echoes off the garden walls. A good memory.

He sobers too, though, when she talks about how her father wants her dead. It could be teenage angst -- my dad hates me!! -- but also, she turned pretty serious when she started talking about it. Hard to tell if it's exaggeration.]

What makes you say that...?

[Diavolo must have done something...does it have something to do with the gang? An unwillingness to follow in her father's footsteps, a decision that she's not worth keeping alive if she's not useful, or just a fight over it? Anger at her friendship with Giorno is a possibility, too. There's too many unknowns, so, he asks.

It's pretty awful, if Diavolo really does want Trish dead...but why would he?]

Edited 2022-04-27 14:04 (UTC)

[Before she answers, Trish takes in the sight of the courtyard again, listening to the gentle whispers of the pond as the water is pushed about by a gentle wind.

Atem is a young pharaoh, meaning his father was a king. All of Egypt bowed to them, right?

It's funny. If her father saw her as an heir and not an enemy, how different would her life have been? Would she move through the world as confidently as Atem does, knowing she could shape it by virtue of the power handed down to her by a father who held Italy under his thumb? But then...Passione hurt people. There was no true leadership to be had from it, ruling through fear, preying on the weak and destitute. That's why Atem is so sweet, and why the world he's showing her is bathed in a bright sun. Egypt had its own problems...but she's sure whoever raised Atem did it with love and care.

After all, Adam was devastated over the father he lost. Surely, that was no accident on the fake world's part. She was a friend in Giorno's, after all. The parallels had a basis in truth, surely.

As for Atem's question, Trish rests her hands on her knees, still watching him. This time, her smile does fall.]

Because he tried and failed to kill me.

[If not for Giorno and the others...she tries not to think about it, but as a consequence, she thinks about it anyway. All the time.]

I'm telling you this because I know you want to stay friends with Doppio, but with my father around, it might get complicated.

Diavolo...he doesn't think like a normal person, as you know. [She gestures vaguely.] I was never a threat to him. I'd never even met him. But he was convinced I could do him harm.

He often acts irrationally, is my point.

[Extraneous details, like the shared shape of their souls, and their Stands, is helpfully left out. She assumes Atem is from a saner world.]

[....he puts the piece into place, and sees a slightly clearer picture.]

He's obsessed with keeping secrets, isn't he? Even his name -- he only gave that up to me because the flowers last month were killing him.

[His dark, finely lined brows furrow as he guesses:]

He thought you knew something -- something his enemies could use? And, instead of bringing you in, and determining what the actual danger to him might be...

...he acted irrationally.

[...he's going to reach out and take one of Trish's hands, wind their fingers together, and hold it on the sun-warmed flagstone between them.]

I'm sorry. You should have been treated better than that.

[It's not even the gang part he has an issue with. It's the betrayal of someone who should have been received with love and welcome.

They can get back to the main topic in a second, the one she's trying to illustrate with the anecdote. They're gonna talk about the anecdote first, focus on Trish, because what happened clearly hurts her.]

[So Atem knows about Diavolo's obsession with secrecy, huh? She hadn't known the flowers got to him too. It seemed to be caused by weird insects, and Diavolo hardly ventures outside, so the fact he was affected is interesting to note.

Trish doesn't think further on that, however. She doesn't think further on anything for a blessed minute, startling a little when Atem's warm hand takes hers, lacing their fingers together and resting that link on even warmer stone. None of this is real, but she can see...how Ryslig can make even things that aren't real seem so true and present. The Atem under the illusion is cold and dead, and she's completely inhuman herself. But then...in a way, this is the real them. This is Atem as he was back home, before becoming a ghost. This is how he recognizes himself. Just like she still sees herself as a person deep down. That's not less real than the lie the fog god forces them to wear, when she thinks about it, when she feels Atem's hand in hers and thinks about what really, truly matters.

As for Diavolo, Trish isn't sure what she ultimately wanted from him. She certainly didn't want to be a gangster, not after living an average, comfortably mundane life. She'd be in danger the rest of her days as the daughter of a mob boss hounded by traitors eager to topple him. What Bruno told her to comfort her...only made her feel that much colder, honestly. She'd be taken from everything she ever knew, and be safer for it, but she would still never know her father, still be under the thrall of Passione. The best thing Diavolo could have done, then, was exactly what took place. He stole her away to kill her himself, but she lived because of that. She was handed over to Bruno's group, and was given a new future when Bruno betrayed an entire organization to uphold his ideals and save her life. He freed her. He freed Italy. Bruno Bucciarati and Giorno Giovanna, they changed everything.

Still, it's touching that Atem sees her pain and wants to soothe it before anything else, even if Diavolo is almost tangential to it now. It's not why she brought it up, but she squeezes his hand once, appreciatively.]

...It's alright. Like I said, I'd never met him once before then. So I wasn't surprised he wanted me dead.

I was the only one who knew from the start, I think. Everyone else tried to reassure me, just like you have, but you know better now. He wanted to keep his secrets, and I shared his blood. That alone was too much for him.

[Just like she thought Atem getting too close to Doppio might be too much. The fact he shared his name, however, even with the threat of death...that, and Atem hasn't mentioned any retribution for it.

Curious.]

But none of that matters here, does it? That's why I want to be able to coexist with them. Not because I think they deserve it, but because it would be pointless to fight them. If they're content to leave Italy and everything with it behind and start over, I won't stop them from doing that.

It's why I think you have a good chance with them. You have nothing to do with Italy or us, as far as either of them know. That's probably why Diavolo sought you out to speak his name to you.

[Spoken from her lips, it would be a curse. From Atem, it's just a name.]

I hope so.

[He certainly intends to try. He squeezes Trish's hand back, once more, then lets it go.]

A lot of things that mattered so much at home are different here. Did I tell you, one of the most important people to me now is a tomb robber, whose spirit was combined with part of an evil god? Both of them tried to destroy Egypt, and the united version here doesn't even have a name...but I trust him entirely.

[Wild, how things happen. But Atem loves and trusts the Ring-Spirit better than a brother...]

[When Atem lets go, Trish keeps her hand on the flagstone, running her thumb over the smooth texture of it.

Well, for just a second. Because her companion decides to just drop that without preamble? Trish sits up, looking at Atem incredulously.]

...What?

[She is boring holes into his soul with her very eyes, she is.]

You can't be serious. Your world had awful gods like this one?

[A tomb robber, she can accept he exists and is a pain in the ass, but what do you mean he got soul-glued to some evil god? Who does this tomb robber think he is, Elias But Better?!]

Yup.

[Matter of fact. Straightforward. Dropping it like "we had smartwatches."]

I don't know how much of Egyptian religion was just superstition, but...at least a few of the gods were real! I saw them, and could call them...and fought one.

Only now, I can call him, too, and he can call me...

[A funny old world, is the tone Atem takes! He's had plenty of time to get used to all of this, he's accepted it...he doesn't find it hard to talk about, as long as he's believed.]

[Atem is so casual with information that shouldn't be casual, in her opinion. His world had gods! They possessed someone and them do some presumably wild shit. But that's neither here nor there because he and this person are besties now.

?????

It's never occurred to her how closely some people here might have communed with gods, so maybe that's half of why she's baffled, but it certainly is a lot to take in and she feels she's valid to feel that way. But the way he phrases it...means he had some reservations.

Atem is a curious guy, so seeing is believing with him, mostly because he endeavors to find truths for himself. So maybe it was the same with the gods of his world. He sought them out, called to them...and when they answered, they proved themselves to him.]

Am I right to assume you hadn't met the gods of your world until very recently? Unless you're going to tell me you fought one while you were still half the size you are now.

[Because Atem...............is so small already.]

Well...I'd been seeing them in my dreams for a long time. Ever since I picked up the Millennium Puzzle, and it became clear I would be able to use it...

[He picks up his big, clunky necklace, the one he usually has on, to illustrate what he's talking about.]

Though, it was called the Millennium Pendant back then! The gods I saw in my dreams were frightening, but ultimately on my side....I didn't have to fight the evil god until later.

[You know. Until he was a fully grown sixteen-year-old adult.]

I've been told that was how I died.

[...ah, he should probably explain!]

I remember being alive up to about age ten...but everything after that, I had to hear about secondhand.

[Shrug! Once again, much too casual about all of this. He's had time to get used to it, to accept it.]

[Oh.

For the first time, Trish really sees the Puzzle for what it is. It was an interesting piece of jewelry already, in how unique and unusual it was in both shape and design, but now...that was absolutely not a context she could have anticipated or touched on even with her very best guess.

Although now that he's mentioned it, the eye at its center definitely is evocative of Egyptian imagery.

This is not something she admittedly knows how to reply to in a graceful way, either. He fought...gods, with gods at his flank. He doesn't remember anything past the age of ten, but he presumably died sometime after that.

Trish drums her nails on the stone between them. Click, click, click.]

Did anyone...explain why you wouldn't remember? Is that part of being a ghost?

[She hasn't forgotten that. After she met him possessing Ryou...he was very candid about it.]

No -- it was part of the price of defeating the god.

[Atem takes hold of the puzzle in one hand, but delicately: its points rest on one fingertip each, framing it gently, like it's a priceless treasure.]

Name magic...that's one of the easiest kinds. It's much easier than summoning your ka, or parting water, or things like that...

I wasn't a very good magic student. But even I could use my name to seal the evil god into a pendant. I had to use the part of my soul that had my memories, to make something powerful enough to hold it, but it worked. Both the god and I were sealed in, and Egypt was protected.

[Not hard to guess what pendant it is.]

It really is thanks to what happened in September that I remember anything from when I was alive at all...

[Trish can't pretend that she entirely understands the weight behind everything. The magic he knew sounds like it was on a scale even more incredible than the kind they're forced to endure here, considering it wasn't consigned to two single entities but instead found in them and young kings and spirits alike.

But it is impossible to misunderstand the basic point. He gave up his name and his memories to seal an evil god away. And if he was freed, was that god also freed?

Due to a decision he was forced to make, Atem doesn't wholly remember where he came from. Trish looks up as he speaks, taking in the way the sun cuts sharp shapes and silhouettes out of the stone and how blue the sky is. And she...can further understand the appeal to him in coming here. The images aren't real, but they reinforce memories he thought were long gone. The faintest lines, given context. If he traces them enough, do they become clearer?

It's humbling. He doesn't remember much, but he seems to have held onto the core of his person. He was fighting that kind of battle long before showing up here. At least, that's what she assumes. She can't imagine not knowing herself and letting that sit.]

Does it feel strange to have them back?

[Before September...well, he knew he was missing something, but it must be hard to truly care when there's no face to put to those lost memories. So how does he feel now to know just what it is he might've lost?

She genuinely can't imagine.]

It felt stranger to not have them at all.

I thought...I was part of someone else. I thought I was the fragment of his personality that would come forward when he was in trouble...I was what he was like when he was confident, and had the power of the Shadow Games at his command. I was happy like that. It was a little lonely, when his friends didn't know I was there, but it meant that I could protect what was important to him. His happiness was mine, too!

But...

Realizing that his heart wasn't my home, but not knowing what was -- that was strange!

[It's his turn to curl, his arms over his knees, which are drawn up to his chest. Atem's voice is confident, carefree, talking about this like it has no weight for him at all -- but that's not true.]

But now I know where I came from, even if it isn't complete. The memories I have, they're all precious...of this place, and of my time with Yugi. I don't want to lose any more of them...

[And that's what scares him. He keeps getting hurt. Dying. Going into states where he's not fully himself, where he does things he can't remember. He's already lost one memory. How much longer can he go on like this?

He can't. He can't, and he knows it.]

I don't want to to back to being that adrift.

[Oh. That makes a lot of sense, actually. It's weird to imagine being cognizant of a world you don't know, wherein your niche is not defined by virtue of that fact. So Atem appended himself to someone else and essentially became a part of him, an anchor in a world he didn't recognize and a world that didn't know him.

She always thought she stood on a poor foundation with her mother gone, but Atem...what he went through was unlike anything she's ever heard of.

When he mirrors her posture form earlier, she returns the gesture he offered her. A hand briefly, tentatively placed on his shoulder. It's weird to touch someone, but he didn't hesitate, just like Bruno never hesitated with her. It's the least she can do, when there's nothing else to be done, really.]

...No one would. It's only natural to want a place in the world. We've all got somewhere we belong, right?

[And...finding it is the hardest part.

Still:]

I don't think that means his heart wasn't your home. Home is wherever you're safe. He kept you safe, just like you kept him safe. If that weren't true, I don't know if you would've felt the way you did about him or his friends.

So, I think it's possible to have more than one home. This place helped you remember the first one you ever had, the one that shaped you as a person.

[It's not one he can go back to, however. Trish runs a hand through the hair at the nape of her neck when that particular thought strikes her.

And again when it makes her think of where they are now. He has precious memories of this place too, but that begs the question:]

...What do you consider your "home" in a world like this, Atem?

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I LOVE ATEM SO MUCH....sweet boy, murderous ghost...sweet murder ghost

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HIS META TEXT.....OOOOUGH

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cw self sacrifice!!

ATEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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"He's been in danger no matter who he's with. He could be in danger now." AUGH

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