I can do it.

He mouths the words stubbornly, but his body's too shaky to really be of use, and so...if Yuugi does assist him, he won't make a massive fuss. It's written on his face how much he hates it every step of the way, but when they do make it to the bed and he can finally sling himself across the pitiful, uncomfortable thing...all he does is look up at the ceiling, with eyes full of spite and anger.

I won't stand by any longer. They can't stop me.