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[improvking]

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[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou follows, glancing at the general scenery. The Ring-Spirit's place isn't quite on the same level as Atem's palace, but it has a similar stylistic vibe. Much less extravagant, but still with the architectural likenesses. He finds himself looking around, getting a feel for the place...but ultimately worrying more about getting from point a to point b.

When the temple chamber gives away to a more modern Japanese-style living arrangement though...Ryou can't help but blink in confusion. He's overcome with a strange feeling--homesickness? Even now?--as he stands at the entryway for a few seconds longer.

He's somewhat lost in the old familiarity of a place like this, to the point that the Ring-Spirit communicating with the notepad doesn't initially hit home.

After a few long, possibly worrying moments, the shade shakes his head to clear it, then answers back:]

N-no, it's...it's alright, I'm not that hungry.

[Probably odd for Ryou, but...well, the situation is what it is. He walks tiredly to the table, moving as if he's on autopilot and making himself comfortable afterward. If it's a heated kotatsu then...by god, Ryou really will feel all the more homesick.]

[improvking]

[ It's wintertime in not!Scanadanavia, of course the kotatsu is heated, why else bother with one - the Ring-Spirit notes Ryou's dispiritedness with a quiet frown though. He ponders the matter, then hesitates, before finally writing something else on the pad.

He slides the pad forward, looking away uncomfortably.

sorry I wasn't there ]

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou decides not to be a prim and proper gentleman, and shoves his clawed feet under the kotatsu to take up as much heat as possible. He wants it. He wants to be warm and comforted, even if he's struggling to believe he deserves as much. It comes and goes, despite the fact that he knows very well that what he's done shall pass sooner than later...just like everything else that happens in Ryslig...right? Even Javert had been accepted after what he'd done.

When the Ring-Spirit slides the pad over, and Ryou sees what he wrote...his heart feels as if it skips uncomfortably.]

I wouldn't have wanted you there. Everyone I ran into, I fought them. Even other Fog followers. Humans. Everyone.

...I didn't want to fight you, Spirit.

1/3

[improvking]

[ The Ring-Spirit responds instinctively. ]

I 'ouldem 'a pawed ba -

2/3

[improvking]

[ - Then the Ring-Spirit pauses, actually thinking about what the two of them are saying to each other; and, reluctantly, with some chagrin, he thinks he sees the problem. He quickly notes

fair enough

on the edge of the page with a wry expression, then turns the writing around to face Ryou. ]

3/3

[improvking]

[ He keeps writing after that, however, first crossing out the apology and then continuing with

but know I wouldn't mind. if you ever fight me, no matter the reason, don't feel obligated to regret it. if you do, I get it, but if you don't that's ok. it's always ok.

When he spins the pad around again for Ryou to read, he reaches over for one of Ryou's oversized hands to give it a squeeze. He smiles somewhat helplessly at him; honestly, after everything, he deserves to have Ryou kick his ass, and he'll never quite know what to do with the fact that just doing so would make Ryou feel worse. ]

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou can't help but smile wryly himself, upon reading all of that. But even as he does...his fingers twitch in a modicum of movement under the Ring-Spirit's hold. Acknowledgement, perhaps. He doesn't mind the contact at all.]

You know me well enough, Spirit. You know...I regret a great many things.

[He breathes out a slow, achingly heavy breath.]

I told Atem I wouldn't regret this. For the most part I don't, but...it's hard not to feel as if all I've done is cause pain to people who don't really deserve it. I know that things could have been worse, and that some enjoyed their time as a shade. It's not all bad.

I just can't stop fully being who I am and pretending that it didn't affect me, I suppose. Or...pretend that I enjoyed hurting my friends.

[Or, though he doesn't say it aloud, pretend that death didn't hurt every time it happened.]