What the fuck did he even mean by that?! Did he think Yuugi wanted him to just fall over for him like this? Did he think he liked doing it? What kind of person did he think Yuugi was, anyway?!
Even though his glassy eyes stared at him, there was life in them. Frustration. The bite of his lip, the clench of a fist.
The fierce pull of a hand as he tried to snatch his hand back from his grip.
His leg bounced.
"Pretend I have agency?" He asked. "You think that's what this is? You think I'm just some emptyheaded idiot that can't do anything for himself?"
His head hurt. His head hurt.
"You think I want to fall apart?" Yuugi snapped back with a voice that was too loud, too strong, too, too-- "I do fight it. Every. Single. Time! Have you ever stood on the other side of a mirror and watched yourself do things you never wanted to do and you have no power to fight back?!"
He coughed; he tasted copper on his lips, but no. He didn't care. He barely noticed.
"Even now! All I want to do is fall over for you, and I hate it! I want to control my own body, because I'm not...I'm not a doll!"
Another cough.
Something clung to the side of his mouth; something red.
"I belong to me, just like you belong to you! Neither of us are puppets for someone else to play with; not our bodies, and not anyone else!"
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Pretend you have agency.
Pretend you have agency.
What the fuck did he even mean by that?! Did he think Yuugi wanted him to just fall over for him like this? Did he think he liked doing it? What kind of person did he think Yuugi was, anyway?!
Even though his glassy eyes stared at him, there was life in them. Frustration. The bite of his lip, the clench of a fist.
The fierce pull of a hand as he tried to snatch his hand back from his grip.
His leg bounced.
"Pretend I have agency?" He asked. "You think that's what this is? You think I'm just some emptyheaded idiot that can't do anything for himself?"
His head hurt. His head hurt.
"You think I want to fall apart?" Yuugi snapped back with a voice that was too loud, too strong, too, too-- "I do fight it. Every. Single. Time! Have you ever stood on the other side of a mirror and watched yourself do things you never wanted to do and you have no power to fight back?!"
He coughed; he tasted copper on his lips, but no. He didn't care. He barely noticed.
"Even now! All I want to do is fall over for you, and I hate it! I want to control my own body, because I'm not...I'm not a doll!"
Another cough.
Something clung to the side of his mouth; something red.
"I belong to me, just like you belong to you! Neither of us are puppets for someone else to play with; not our bodies, and not anyone else!"