[The reproach in Atem's tone isn't harsh, but it is unyielding.
Atem still has no intention of allowing forever to happen. This is stolen time, borrowed, a ticking clock before Ryslig burns, the breath in before the trigger is pulled. The retort is a gentle (for him, for this situation) reminder that his mind hasn't changed and that that's a wish that won't be granted just as much as it's a reminder of the game's rules, if not more so. Komaeda's gaze is captivating, beautiful, but its pull isn't enough to divert Atem from the gravity-well of absolute hopelessness that has him in its grip.
Komaeda can wish for that, when his turn comes around again...but it won't get him anywhere. It'll be a symbolic move, but nothing else.]
[Despite the tone Atem taking being one that isn't overly harsh, Komaeda seems to shy away with it, regardless. Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself.
At the end of the day, he doesn't want Atem to suffer—but he also knows this isn't the right path. A path of world-ending despair doesn't truly promise hope at its end. Especially not when it's wrought by the hands of someone who's currently so much like his past self.
Komaeda turns his gaze away from Atem, and looks down at his lap, where his thumb has been rubbing circles over the face of one of the gold coins. He stares at it a moment longer, and then sets it aside in the sand.]
[The atmosphere doesn't make Atem really want to ask more personal questions, yet...so, his next request is something different.]
Come to Amusement Mile with me. That's my wish! I've been waiting to go on a date with you for too long, and there's no point to the clothes I put you in if we spend all our time swimming.
[But his tone is still a little less enthused than it was a moment before—he can't help his growing upset at the thought that these moments will have an end.
For Atem's sake, though, he'll try not to dwell on it for too long. It does mean, however, that he's going to unwrap his tail from around the other's hip so that he can get up and walk himself over to where he'd left his folded clothes.]
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[The reproach in Atem's tone isn't harsh, but it is unyielding.
Atem still has no intention of allowing forever to happen. This is stolen time, borrowed, a ticking clock before Ryslig burns, the breath in before the trigger is pulled. The retort is a gentle (for him, for this situation) reminder that his mind hasn't changed and that that's a wish that won't be granted just as much as it's a reminder of the game's rules, if not more so. Komaeda's gaze is captivating, beautiful, but its pull isn't enough to divert Atem from the gravity-well of absolute hopelessness that has him in its grip.
Komaeda can wish for that, when his turn comes around again...but it won't get him anywhere. It'll be a symbolic move, but nothing else.]
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At the end of the day, he doesn't want Atem to suffer—but he also knows this isn't the right path. A path of world-ending despair doesn't truly promise hope at its end. Especially not when it's wrought by the hands of someone who's currently so much like his past self.
Komaeda turns his gaze away from Atem, and looks down at his lap, where his thumb has been rubbing circles over the face of one of the gold coins. He stares at it a moment longer, and then sets it aside in the sand.]
What's your question, Atem-kun?
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[The atmosphere doesn't make Atem really want to ask more personal questions, yet...so, his next request is something different.]
Come to Amusement Mile with me. That's my wish! I've been waiting to go on a date with you for too long, and there's no point to the clothes I put you in if we spend all our time swimming.
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Sure, anything you want, Atem-kun.
[But his tone is still a little less enthused than it was a moment before—he can't help his growing upset at the thought that these moments will have an end.
For Atem's sake, though, he'll try not to dwell on it for too long. It does mean, however, that he's going to unwrap his tail from around the other's hip so that he can get up and walk himself over to where he'd left his folded clothes.]
Is Amusement Mile far from here?