[ The Ring-Spirit looks up sharply, panicked, finally meeting Atem's eyes - his own pupils have narrowed to mere lines, their glow barely visible. His feathers begin to bristle, his wings unfolding slightly from their protective shield. ]

No.

We can't - we have to stop. They won't unless we do, and if we don't Ryou gets hurt. If not as collateral, from getting caught in crossfire, then just from watching us get ourselves hurt.

[ The Ring-Spirit knows what he's asking. He's a spirit of vengeance too - it's why he hadn't given up on revenge when Ryou asked them both to refrain previously. But he'd counted on his own ability to take whatever the return-revenge was in stride. He'd been sure there would be no repercussions that mattered, that he could simply hide the fallout and the cycle could end on that note.

But he'd been wrong about this opponent. Very, very wrong. And if the very god of the Shadows could be so shaken up, then surely a mortal, no matter how steeped in the darkness, wouldn't be immune. And Ryou absolutely MUST. NOT. be further harmed. Of course the Ring-Spirit doesn't want Atem hurt either, but he suspects that wouldn't be an appeal Atem would care about - the Ring-Spirit had completely discounted any harm coming his own way, after all. He doubts Atem is much better about self-preservation, not when it comes to friends.

The Ring-Spirit clutches at the hand on his shoulder, hoping to grab onto it, hoping to keep its owner in place. ]

This one, let it go.

...Don't make me beg.

[ He must mean actually saying the word "please", because his tone sure as hell already sounds like begging. ]