( brother!! )
“Atem, keep your voice down!” he hisses, shooting at his younger brother a look of disapproval and something akin to panic. He may be immortal and non-human but it didn’t mean the little one was, too. An arm shoots up and grabs the young pharaoh down by his forearm until he’s nestled safetly to his side. “I know you’re excited,” seeing as this mission is his first, “but you’re going to go home with less than half of your body if you keep this up.”
That thought terrified him and for a second he blames Deimos for existing. “We’ll do this the way we discussed last night, no funny business from you, alright?”
IF THERE WAS ANYTHING he learned from the years staying with Kaito, it was to be fearless; so when Mercy yanked him down until his body was flat against the ground, Atem protested. Being young came with its perks, or perhaps to the elder’s chagrin: hassles, but Atem had no qualms with showing that he wasn’t afraid of a bunch of punks and that he was ready to fight if necessary. And besides, when one’s brother was the god of mercy, what could go wrong? Then again, all the times he was saved by Kaito did not go uncounted by the young child. He was ultimately a human, Kaito and Mercy were not. He still had to be careful where it mattered. And so he lowered his head and obeyed with a nod.
❝ FINE, BUT WHEN THEY all come storming in, don’t blame me for not ambushing them first. ❞ That went without saying, playing it safe was good, but had its equal disadvantages, too.
