I'm so tired, Atem. I'm tired of having to fight and I've barely begun.

[It would almost sound petulant, if Ryou wasn't so angry. Eventually, he pulls away from Atem, not because he's irritated with him, but because laying down is irritating, he wants to sit up and pull his knees up, cross his arms over them and glare at the wall. His ears seem to be reacting to his volatile mood and are flicking back and forth in a directionless frenzy.]

I'll do better. I promise you that much, but I don't want to do better now. Not yet. I just want to spend the rest of the time until the start of the new month doing what I want.

...And what you want. That's it. There's no job to do, nothing to fight against. I refuse. This...isn't even a form I was ready to experience.

[At this point, his anger's petering out into irate rambling, but it feels good to get it of his chest.]

Sorry. I'm talking a lot, aren't I?