[Ryou flinches. It's not so much a flinch as a jerk back to reality for a second. Is he...really not talking like himself, to that kind of degree where he's causing his friend to go on the defensive? Because that's not a concerned question.

That's a precursor to "are we on opposite sides of the board?"]

I-I.

Yugi, I.

[He doesn't fidget. He doesn't do things that express his anxiety, like clasp his palms together, or rub an arm uncomfortably. He just. Stands there.]

I need you to tell me what's right. Please. You pick the person. I can't be trusted with it.

[He pauses, and finally, he has the decency to look down, but even that feels entirely hollow, like he can't wholeheartedly commit to feeling guilty. That's pretty much what it is, of course.]

I can't tell what's the correct path anymore. I've felt empty since the day you died. Not sad. Not upset.

Nothing. Emptiness, like space without stars.