[They're black and white, Komaeda smiles, just as Atem comes to the same conclusion. Two sides of the same coin, hope... and despair. Intermingling, never being able to exist without the other. Never being able to be at peace with one another.
Komaeda lifts his softened gaze, meeting those red eyes with his own, pelagic blue gaze.]
...Like Go stones.
[He doesn't elaborate beyond that statement, and just continues to stand there smiling for a moment longer as his touch drags along the length of Atem's arm, until their fingers are gently laced again.
This version of Atem is... particularly beautiful, he thinks—and he doesn't think it's because they're currently the same monster. Instead it's like... all of the things that Atem is, all of what makes him so uniquely himself, are present in this appearance. Those golden scales that burst through black splotches, the deep red of his eyes that is different from his vampire form. Everything just feels particularly poetic.]
Shall we start the game, then?
[His own voice is soft and sweet, as he asks the question. Even if Atem can't hear his heartbeat anymore, it's clearly thundering through the palm of his hand.]
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Komaeda lifts his softened gaze, meeting those red eyes with his own, pelagic blue gaze.]
...Like Go stones.
[He doesn't elaborate beyond that statement, and just continues to stand there smiling for a moment longer as his touch drags along the length of Atem's arm, until their fingers are gently laced again.
This version of Atem is... particularly beautiful, he thinks—and he doesn't think it's because they're currently the same monster. Instead it's like... all of the things that Atem is, all of what makes him so uniquely himself, are present in this appearance. Those golden scales that burst through black splotches, the deep red of his eyes that is different from his vampire form. Everything just feels particularly poetic.]
Shall we start the game, then?
[His own voice is soft and sweet, as he asks the question. Even if Atem can't hear his heartbeat anymore, it's clearly thundering through the palm of his hand.]