[Is that true? That there is only so much he could do?

If Atem had worked harder...could he have saved Celeste? Saved Riley?

His fingers lace together with Ryou's.

Celeste didn't call him. She went out on her own. And Riley...neither one of them saw that coming. He made the offer to protect them. They knew they could take it. But they...have to meet their win conditions themselves.

Atem also breathes out, long and slow. He can accept the last round's score. Today, it's only them.

He glances up, though, when Ryou remarks on their relative temperature.]

That's true...I've always been either colder or warmer than you.

It must be nicer this way than when I'm the cold one.