[ For all the dangerous adventures Atem's had, this one takes the cake. One thing is to die from the attack of monsters that someone can summon from a card (yes... cards) and another, at hands of a monster that who knows where it came from. Yes, it's different... somehow!
For both of the things Matthew says, Atem holds a 'how do you know?' which goes together with a blatant puzzled semblance, one that could be easily recognized if there was any more light. But he has to trust him, blindly, he's got no other option anyway.
Atem nods at him, hoping he can see that somehow, but keeps his mouth shut. It is a little, tiny, minuscule blessing that he is no longer carrying a pure gold humongous pendant attached to a chain around his neck, it used to make a lot of clinking noises, because he does move. He slides slowly, and he looks, or tries to look for the back entrance. Look, he cannot just do nothing, it is not like him! ]
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For both of the things Matthew says, Atem holds a 'how do you know?' which goes together with a blatant puzzled semblance, one that could be easily recognized if there was any more light. But he has to trust him, blindly, he's got no other option anyway.
Atem nods at him, hoping he can see that somehow, but keeps his mouth shut. It is a little, tiny, minuscule blessing that he is no longer carrying a pure gold humongous pendant attached to a chain around his neck, it used to make a lot of clinking noises, because he does move. He slides slowly, and he looks, or tries to look for the back entrance. Look, he cannot just do nothing, it is not like him! ]