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Just Tell Me Why I'm So Dark Inside

Who: Yukari and Michael/the Visitor (closed); Yukari and Atem (closed)
What: Yukari got namedropped as a murderer. (Legasp!!!)
Where: Near the Silent Hill Zone
When: 11/12; 11/15
Warnings: Probably blood, gore, death, etc. Will update as needed.

[ Michael/The Visitor ]

Yukari had kept his promise about getting treated at the clinic, but that doesn't mean he has any plans to rest. In fact, he plans to do quite the opposite. He's still left Ayamachi at home, his desire to wield a sword left behind with it. Of course, this makes him appear defenseless to most. Anyone wiser would know that's not the case. But even with his abilities, he's hardly feeling the desire to defend himself, in the circumstance that anyone might get the bright idea of vengeance.

After all, what else would it be? He'd never be on the Null's list.

In the urge to avoid his abode, and by extension Curufin, if he should be searching for him, Yukari heads somewhere much darker. He treads the gravel of the moped lot coming to step in the outer shadows of the Silent Hill Zone. And he stands where he is, to observe it, clearly contemplating if he should go in. After all, Curufin almost definitely shouldn't be able to find him in there, and it's even undetermined if Yukari will be able to back out alive. A terrifying place, without a doubt. And perhaps a fitting place for Yukari to reside for the time being.

And, even more so, Yukari can't help but wonder if the fears in here will manage to drown the pain he feels.

Well, only one way to find out, isn't there?

Yukari screws up his resolve and prepares to take a step forward into the waiting mists.

[ Atem ]

Yukari's eyes open slowly - something he hadn't anticipated doing ever again. Looks like Curufin was right, the Gods do prefer to keep him around. With a light grunt somewhere between exhaustion and disgust, he sits up on the altar. And, for a moment, he looks around the room. Part of him had hoped that maybe, just maybe Curufin would have been waiting for him. Considering that last, desperate message Yukari sent to him.

But... the Elf clearly isn't there, and his heart feels heavy and like it's being crushed at the same time. Guess that means....

"It really is over...." he says almost too faintly for even himself to hear. But that doesn't stop the tears from lining his eyes. He curls one of his knees up to himself and buries his face into his arms as he rests against it.

He succeeded. He pushed Curufin away, and now he doesn't have to worry about it anymore. It's over. He can return to his old life without that weight.

But, as long as no one else is here, he'll allow himself to cry. To mourn what has been lost, giving his final, anguished sobs over this whole ordeal. Over this whole relationship.

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Michael follows Yukari like he's being pulled along by a physical force. He doesn't always see the person he's after, but he always knows where he is, like a homing beacon, calling him forward.

He has reservations about this, about a thousand of them, but they sound quiet and distant against the violent howls in his head. The Visitor urges him on, screaming and hissing, an animal rattling the bars of its cage. It's like a deep itch under his skin that he can't quite reach, a pressure in his skull that threatens to split it wide open. His heart is pounding in his ears. There's only one way to fix it.

Maybe, back when he first overheard the name Yukari in the clinic, he could've stopped himself. He could've called Harlan or Kyna or Delmar, reminded himself that there are people willing to talk him down, to help him, to be devastated by what he's about to do. He could've reminded himself that there are people who think he's a good person, too. But he isn't. He's an awful person, and this is what awful people do: they kill each other for selfish reasons. There's no stopping this anymore. He's not sure he even wants to.

Just before they cross the bridge, Michael pulls up the hood on his jacket. Just in case things don't go as planned, he doesn't want to be easy to identify. So far, so good, though; Yukari hasn't noticed him, or if he has, he's done a good job of hiding it.

They approach the Silent Hill Zone, and that's when Michael realizes his opportunity has arrived. No one comes out this far, so they're alone, but he doesn't want to lose his quarry in the fog. He steps into the shadow of Tranquility's temple and calls out, trying to make his voice sound deeper, or a little different at least.

"Are you Yukari?"

He knows the answer to that. It's mostly a way to get the other guy to turn around, to stall him for a few seconds. A few seconds is all he'll need.

As a mercenary, of course Yukari's noticed Michael's presence. That's not something you just turn off, no matter how depressed you are. However, it's the approach - the voice - that draws his attention to Michael.

He hesitatingly takes a step back from the mists as he turns Michael's direction. Colour him surprised, someone came to seek his head after all.

Alright. Fine. He'll see what this pursuer has to offer.

"And if I am?" His voice is tired as it calls back, worn out. A tone that makes it clear that he's had difficulty struggling with his emotions for some time. "If you plan to attack me, you should come out of the shadows."

The tiredness doesn't register much. Maybe Yukari's having a rough time lately, but Michael's tired, too. Tired of holding this damn thing back.

The "if I am" would be enough confirmation for him of the guy's identity, even if he hadn't heard his name spoken in the clinic. As for making sure he's a murderer, well- he tried to kill Atem, so either he was successful elsewhere or he'll probably try again. Someone doesn't try to murder a teenager as a one-time deal. Right? Right.

He should ask. He should verify. He's not going to. He's too far gone to turn back now.

"If that's what you want."

But it's not him that comes out of the shadows. Michael leans back against the temple wall, sliding down to the ground. He's learned by now; if he's not sitting for this, he's gonna wake up with some injuries. He takes one more second to consider stopping, but, well, no. And then he lets go.

Michael's eyes roll back and he slumps against the wall, his head falling forward, glasses landing in his lap. In the air around him, something starts to move, materializing, hauling itself forcibly into existence. First, a single arm tears through, ending in a long-fingered hand. Its talons rake the ground, pulling, and a second arm joins the first. Together they drag out the head, an animalistic monstrosity with a mouth full of fangs. They're nothing but bone to start with, but gradually, a black substance starts to gather around the skeletal parts, forming a thin, ethereal flesh.

It takes only moments before the rest of the creature is present, and then it lurches forward, into the road. It stands hunched on two legs, eyesockets glowing like bright blue fire. The blackness that makes up its body shifts and flutters, never still. The monster opens its jaw to utter a single word. It sounds a bit like what one would imagine a voice made out of animal hisses would sound like, if each syllable were played backwards, individually, through a broken radio.

"H e l l o."

Even Yukari has to admit his eyes widened, the hair stood up on the back of his neck, and slight pang of terror rushed through him, if only briefly, upon the sight of this monster. And he has to glance back at the Silent Hill Zone nearby to make sure that this isn't something from the mists, that he hasn't actually set foot in the territory to cause this thing to appear. And once he's made note of it, his eyes dart back to the beast.

And he just stares, almost somewhat amazed at what's before him. Anyone with common sense, anyone with the urge to live, would have started running at this very moment. But not Yukari.

Well, he certainly wasn't expecting this, but he'll welcome it. His lips curl up in a weary smirk.

"Hello to you, too. I do hope that you'll make this interesting."

Even if Yukari isn't intent on living, he will never go down without a fight. Suicide isn't beautiful. So this combat, even without Ayamachi, he will give it all he can muster past the injuries he currently hides and the lack of sleep he's suffered.

"Perhaps you can do me the favour of even making it beautiful?"

Yukari is not the first not to run, though it was disbelief that transfixed the other. The monster remains perfectly still, save for the shifting black, after uttering its greeting. It's as if it's waiting politely for Yukari to react. Or perhaps it was giving him a chance to run, or beg for mercy. It's difficult to say what goes on in the mind of something as alien as this.

If Michael were conscious, he might think that asking for a beautiful death is stupid. Death isn't beautiful to him, it's ugly and disgusting and primal in a way that goes beyond the simple violence of the act. But Michael isn't exactly here anymore, so the definition of beauty isn't up to him.

The Visitor rises to its full, nine-foot height, screaming like a tortured animal before it drops fluidly down to all fours and begins to advance. Only the first few steps are the slow, lumbering gait it's displayed so far. After that, it breaks into a full-on sprint.

The sound makes Yukari cringe, if only because volume. But he's thoroughly ready for that charge.

It's a flash before he tries do dodge out of the way, but Green Electricity courses through his fingertips before sending it in a wave at the creature. For a normal person, it would be enough to bring them to their knees, at the voltage Yukari has set. He's testing the limits of this... beastly spectre before him. After all, it has to be worthy of killing him.

The monster slides to a messy stop, changing direction to follow Yukari's dodge. Its movements seem to have weight to them, even if the creature is itself rather insubstantial.

It makes no effort to avoid the attack, and the electricity arcs along the Visitor's bones like ghostly fire. But without any nerves or muscles to carry the current, its effect is limited to making the creature shake itself out, mid-stride. It lunges, swiping for Yukari's legs with its lengthy claws.

Impressive, actually. Of course, it would make sense. He remembers much of the same effect fighting the clone of Sans. Bones don't really conduct electricity, do they?

Heh, that's the second time he's made that mistake. And it looks like he'll pay for it.

Yukari jumps to try to avoid the swipe, but one of his legs gets snagged rather terribly. But it isn't until he lands again, trying to correct his fall, that he recognises the extent of the damage done, and he collapses to a knee. Tissue and nerves are clearly torn.

Shit, this thing is really strong. And would make a worthy opponent if Yukari wasn't halfway down the path to self-destruction already.

He tries to stand back up, but his bloodied leg isn't having it. He probably doesn't have very long before that thing is upon him, does he. In a second, he erects a nigh-colourless wall before him to block the monster. And in the same motion, he grabs his phone to rapidly type a message. He's barely paying attention to the screen, trying to calculate if this monster can break his barrier.

The Visitor slams into the wall, both hands outstretched. It rakes its claws down the front of it, then tries biting instead. When it can't gain traction with its teeth to pull any chunks out of the barrier, it backs up and paces back and forth a couple of times, roaring in its strange, backmasked voice.

Abruptly it lunges, slamming a shoulder into the wall. Once, twice. After that, it goes back to using its claws, tearing violently away at the obstruction. It is nothing if not determined, apparently, and that one injury to Yukari's leg was nowhere near enough to sate it.

Yukari cringes when the beast first crashes into the wall. He's not used to the force of something so heavy, and you can practically hear the barrier start to crack under the pressure.

He barely manages to press send on the message before his barrier shatters under the pressure of the monster. And he gives a pained gasp as it does so. He never knew that's what that you would feel like, having the Colourless Aura broken.

No, he doesn't have time time to be in pain. If his Colourless Aura is defenseless against this beast, then he certainly has nothing else to defend himself with. He left Ayamachi at home. He's definitely going to die, isn't he?

Very well, then. He'll give it all he's got. Even if bone won't conduct electricity, he has to give it all he's got. To just roll over and die without fighting back is unacceptible. And he can't exactly run now, can he? Not with the injury to his leg.

A massive crackle emanates from his fingertips as he slams his hands to the ground, sending the largest shockwave he can summon to use on the monster. He hasn't given it his all before, not even with Sans' Copy. But he wonders, since he knows he'll die anyway, just what his Green Aura is limited to. Just in case it's the last thing he ever does and doesn't get brought back. And the shockwave is large and loud, the sound of electricity almost deafening. Yukari's not making of holding back this time. That was his mistake last time with the Copy. But he knows, it probably won't be enough.

And he collapses to the side, exhausted, breathing heavy. And he winces from the pain - from having his leg butchered, having his Colourless Aura broken, and the sapping of strength it took to use all he had into his Green Aura. It very much so, surprisingly, all hurts. He supposes he's deserving of that pain. After everything else he's done, put Curufin through.

Even as he tries to push himself back up, he can't. Well, this certainly was a good run. An impressive being, indeed, this Visitor. Yukari just smiles up at it. Very well, then.

Bone doesn't conduct electricity, but force still affects it. The shockwave that comes along with the Green Aura is enough to whisk away some of the black substance that covers the Visitor's skeleton, and enough to temporarily knock it back. The creature rears up again, staggering slightly before it regains its balance.

It shakes off once more, howling its irritation. But the obstruction between it and its target is removed, and there's no more running. The beast has no moral reservations like mercy or fairness, so it leaps on its prone prey without hesitation.

Normally it would simply start tearing, heedless of whether or not the victim was dead before it got started. But this one has been troublesome, and so Yukari is afforded an unintentional kindness: the Visitor goes for his head first, a quick kill. After that, it spends some time making sure with its claws and teeth, and then, its task completed, it lopes back to the shadows where it left Michael behind.

The glow of its eyes fades, as does the rest of it, as it sort of melts back into the ether around its host, turning into ashy smoke before disappearing entirely. A few moments later, Michael wakes up.

He doesn't linger to look at the monster's handiwork. He just grabs his glasses, pushes himself unsteadily to his feet, and stumbles away. They got what they came for. He's done here.

Yukari might have been looking around the temple, but the kid had been sitting against the altar, nearly impossible to see from that angle. And he might or not been pondering if he should just leave when he listens to the other's lament. He wonders why is he there at all? He should be resting not sitting awkwardly at some demon's temple. But he doesn't know what to do with the anger that haunted him ever since the attack, and that had been renewed with Yukari's death.

He listens to the sobs then... No, it is not pity what Atem feels, he hates this feeling of satisfaction that Yukari's suffering brings him.

"Cut out the dramatics, Yukari."

Says the voice coming from behind him.

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A jolt, and briefly, Yukari's expression trades for panic. A feat not easily accomplished in the slightest. Good job, Atem. But he quickly trades it for anger, a scowl blemishing his fine features.

"Excuse you! And what is it exactly that you think you are doing here?"

Even upon realising that it's Atem, he doesn't let his frustration fade. That was a private moment, thank you very much.

He huffs and pushes himself off the altar. The phone he didn't realise had been beside him clatters on the floor and he looks at it. Strange, he distinctly remembers that getting shattered. Right after he sent the message to Curufin. Guess Hope fixed it when he resurrected him.

Though he certainly doesn't move to pick it up right at this moment. His attention is refocused on Atem.

The kid sets both eyes on the other, finally able to see him from where he's sitting. No, getting up is not an option right now, he's not going to show him how damn hard it is to move around thanks to him. Atem cannot say he's not, even a little afraid of the man, but it doesn't show. What does show is the hate in his eyes.

"Who killed you?"

He doesn't dignify an answer to Yukari's questions, he doesn't deserve them.

Yukari folds his arms, his eyes narrowing to something rather unamused.

Though he doesn't seem to notice anything particularly off about Atem noting his death, either. After all, he woke up on the altar. Anyone with any experience in Hadriel knows this is where you wake up when you die, and so it's obvious that Yukari had perished at the hands of another.

And even still, out of the respect he has for Atem, he sees no particular reason to not answer the Pharaoh.

"A monster. Something shadowy, attached to a human. Or something that was previously human. I can't quite tell. And I don't know who the human was. Why does it matter?"

"Because they took that pleasure away from me."

Well, so much for trying to keep things as civil as he could. There is so much spite in that small mouth, so different from that dream and closer to Atem's tone before Yukari brought him down.

"Pick up your phone. See what other mistakes you made. At least let me see your face when you realize what you did."

Yukari's eyebrows actually shoot up with Atem's reaction. And a bit of a smirk returns to his face.

"O-ho. Someone beat you to it, did they?" A faint, airy chuckle. A tint of the Yukari he normally is when he isn't busy wallowing in his own pain. "I suppose I shall consider myself honoured to have instilled that sensation with you."

And even further still, that smirk drops a little more neutral, no, to something more confused, at the provocation to pick up his phone.

"And what else have I done?"

He looks at the phone on the floor.

A step towards it, and he bends down to pick it up.

"I don't understand where this is going, your Majesty. Do enlighten me."

Atem's anger does not allow him to register that Yukari is in fact, not mocking him by addressing him in that way, it comes the other way instead. He's more occupied with trying to make the guy feel some more despair or discomfort. He knows that nothing he might do will ever hurt Yukari the way he hurt him. But he can certainly try.

"If I don't come back alive, just know that I do love you." He says as Yukari bends to pick up the phone, the mocking tone is evident from his part, dramatizing Yukari's voice the best way he can.

Yukari pales, and the phone drops back out of his fingertips.

No! How does Atem know that?!

Unfortunately for Atem, Yukari's mind doesn't reach the fact of a misfire. No, it jumps to the list.

"What have you done with Curufin-sama?" His voice is suddenly icy as he rights himself back up again, shooting Atem a glare that could freeze Hell over and make the Devil run for cover. Electricity crackles at his fingertips as he clenches his hands into fists. It's clear he's trying very hard to restrain himself from attacking right now. "I suggest you explain yourself quickly."

Atem can feel every muscle of his body tensing at Yukari's threat — his wounds resenting the pressure, badly — his pulse and even his breathing increasing, he might reek of fear right now, and at the mere glance of the sparkles he can't help but lean against the altar... But his face? His face shows none of it. He keeps his smirk, albeit tense, on it, and rather than a cold stare, there is fire in those eyes, never mind the fear, he is delighted at the reaction. To know what makes Yukari tick and how to use that in his favor, somehow.

But that does explain it. It was for Curufin just as he thought.

Still, the small Pharaoh doesn't answer immediately, recklessly tempting fate for as long as he can.

"You sent it to me."

Yukari's jaw clenches a bit.

"And why would I do something like that? Considering you aren't the one I have feelings for. That message wasn't for your eyes."

Still, the electricity subsides and Yukari's hands relax a little; only a little though. That message was, indeed, for Curufin. But, that was the hope Yukari had of not being resurrected. He had so foolishly hoped that Hope wouldn't bring him back. It was supposed to be absolutely final words on his behalf, to let Curufin know he cared.

But he resurrected after all, and some small part of him now feels grateful that it wasn't Curufin who received the message. He doesn't know what would have followed, if Curufin had truly chosen not to show. It would have hurt far worse than anything else.

"If you received it, then why are you here, Atem-sama? Or are you perhaps here to take a second vengeance while I'm still unarmed?

Atem does not relax even after Yukari does, it hurts him terribly but he manages.

"If you don't believe me there is your phone." If he ever picked it up, he'd find the replies coming from Atem anyway and the original message that had been sent to him.

"I am not like you, I would not take advantage of a fallen man." And no, he is not talking about his death nor the fact he's unarmed, clearly Yukari is already pass that, it doesn't quite answer the question either.

A scoff on Yukari's part.

"As if you would lie. Don't think for a second I didn't see that fire again."

He does pick up his phone, though, pocketing it with the mental note to look at it later.

"If you keep dodging my questions, though, I can't say I'm going to be humoured enough to stick around. Are we finished?"

"You do not deserve your questions answered, you've lost that right." He pauses but for a second, just trying to keep his pain from showing.

"You hurt him too, with your actions, when you didn't listen to him, I hope you know that. Was it worth it, Yukari?"

Yukari freezes, visibly wincing at that comment, and he has to bite his lip to fight back any tears that might come from knowing that.

It's never worth it hurting him. There are things Yukari would take back, even from the very first time he hurt him. Back when he lost his eye, if he would have known how sad and worried Curufin would be, waiting for him in this Temple, Yukari would have preferred to stay blind. And knowing Curufin still carried that pain with him, perhaps even to this day, devastated the mercenary.

And even now... of course Curufin was hurt. But this time... he had only wanted to save him. Even if you come to hate me in the end. Because no matter what path Yukari chose, he would lose Curufin one way or the other. Physically or emotionally. And Yukari chose emotionally over physically. And he only ended up hurting both himself and Curufin in the end. But he still, still can't decide if this is worse than if Curufin had died instead.

He had only so desperately wanted Curufin's safety. Why couldn't he have both, that safety and his love? Why did the Null have to intervene this way? Yukari was content with the deities, and the promise of staying in this world forever. That was all he ever wanted. And now... now he could never look Celebrimbor in the face again. He'd never get Curufin back. And it kills him. Every second that passes torments him from the inside.

It takes a long silence before Yukari is able to answer Atem's question. He wants to shove it all down, bite it all back, and call himself worthless anyway and walk away. But his voice breaks instead with the truth:

"Of course it isn't. But I can't fix it anymore." His voice is laced in pain and sorrow, and he can't fight the tears back anymore.

He drops his back to a wall and slides down, burying his face in his arms. He wants it all back. He wants Curufin's arms around him, he wants that gentle heart. He wants to feel welcome and loved again. He wants him back. He wants him here. And he wishes he could take everything back. It's a devastating pain in his chest, and even Yukari can't find it within himself to forgive himself.

Curufin never will either. And now he's forced to live with it.

To say that Atem was expecting that reaction would be lying, but to say that he might be enjoying it, might be the lie. Sure, he wanted to see Yukari suffer but... Why does it hurt him instead?

Didn't he hate the man enough to only want his misery? Hadn't he been trying to find ways to hurt him as he had? Well, apparently, he did.

"Serves you right." He says, the venom in his words almost palpable, but... it feels like vile in his mouth. This is wrong, this is wrong and he knows it. He knew of Yukari's motivations, Curufin had been his whole focus, and gods be damned, he only wanted to keep the man safe! It didn't justify what he did to him, however... But to see him completely broken because of it, it brings the Pharaoh no pleasure, not as he thought it would.

Atem observes at the pathetic figure that's Yukari for a while before he attempts to stand. It takes him a lot of effort to do so, but he does, in his desolation, Yukari might not even notice how badly hurt Atem still is, but it's fine, it's the last thing he wants to notice anyway.

The young Pharaoh approaches, and he might or not want to crouch in front of the other, but it's too much trouble for what it's worth, so he stands, tall and proudly looking down at him.

"Do you actually want to fix it?"

Living in a world without Curufin is, without a doubt, the most painful world for him. Even if it is emotionally over physically. This isn't the pain he bargained for when he threw away his relationship with the Elf in the name of saving him. He had no way of preparing for this. Even when he left Ichigen behind, it didn't hurt this deeply. Perhaps that's because he always knew he could go back, and Ichigen would have welcomed him. But he hadn't exactly forsaken all his master had to give back then, either.

Yukari never thought he would see the day he would regret his Chaotic nature. But today, today especially, he does. Curufin was worth so much more than that. And he's still not sure he can be what Curufin wants, someone capable of reforming himself to something not inclined toward war. But doesn't he owe it to Curufin to try? Would Curufin take him back if he could manage that? Or would his attempts be meaningless now?

"I would give... anything. I would do anything to fix this."

He isn't able to look up at the Pharaoh, not yet. He's already broken down crying twice, but he's never been the type to show his face in those tears.

Anything...

Is that truly good enough? Damn this heart of his, damn it. Why does he feel so damn conflicted about it!?

Because he knows Yukari has gotten a rather terrible punishment, the perfect one, in fact. Poetic justice at its finest, and it would never compare to anything that Atem could have pulled off. Killing him? Torturing him? He's already torturing himself...

It doesn't quite help Atem's anger, but that issue is his own now, not Yukari's.

"Get up." He says, dryly.

Get up.

Yukari looks up at Atem, for the moment astounded.

And then a faint chuff of a chuckle on his end.

"You really are quite the King, aren't you?"

Well, it's not like he has anything better to do. If Atem will have him stand, he'll follow and obey for now. He pushes himself off the ground and, though not his usual graceful pride, he stands erect.

"Well then, what would you have me do, your Majesty?"

If he's going to start following orders, why not? He'll go along with it for now. It serves as a nice distraction from his pain, anyway.

King...? It is the first moment during their conversation that Atem actually registers that Yukari is actually not mocking him. He also realizes that maybe it didn't sound too strange to his ears to be called such. What does it matter, really?

"You're going to fix what you did. Starting with your sorry self. Go apologize to him."

Ah, so that's what Atem was edging at. He should have known. Still, you don't ask for orders to go back on them. But it does register a heavy sigh from Yukari.

"Very well, but I don't believe he will forgive me. He has no reason to. I do hope you realise what you're doing."

He straightens himself a bit, wipes the tears from his face and runs a hand through his hair. He can't go there looking like a total train wreck. And then he turns to leave.

A pause.

"Anything else, your Majesty? Since I'm obeying your orders anyway."

"Unlike you, Yukari, I knew what I was doing before you came and decided that your wishes were more important than the safety of everyone else. If he doesn't forgive you, know that you're only reaping what you sowed."

He sees the other get ready to leave, barely giving him some time to relax before he stops again.

"Just leave, I've had enough of your presence." There is an edge of something else in the disdain of his voice, some tension he cannot hold anymore but it might be hard to tell where it comes from. Maybe he is just so disgusted at Yukari, or the hate, it sounds like it anyway, but no, it is not only that. He's in more pain that he's showing — from the pressure, from the effort — to the point of nearly tearing the inside of his lower lip open. Atem is careful not to look up at him, afraid he might show more than he intends.

"I see. Well then, I hope to see much more of you in the future. You are interesting indeed."

With that, he'll take his leave and heads the direction Curufin's abode. He might as well get this over with, and then he can go sulk at home for a while, since Atem has no further orders to give.

Atem only turns to Yukari (or the lack of him) when he's sure he cannot hear his steps any longer. WIth the other being gone, almost immediately, he reaches for the wall and leans on it as Yukari had before, letting himself slide all the way to the floor from exhaustion.

He reaches then for his phone, maybe he should call someone to pick him up, but it's not what he does — he's not up to be lectured right now, besides, the pain would pass — he messages Curufin instead and when they are done, he drags himself back home.

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