Acoustic #2
Yami Mutou ponders his failure in saving Ryou from the Ring
I had never met someone so quiet as you. Polite, shy, and always considerate. Obedient, even. You were something akin to a whipped pup, hiding from his abusive master and I knew it was all to blame on that blasted Ring of yours. You weren't at all like that when you first came here. Yes, still considerate and polite, but never one to simply take things lying down. I wonder if you were even less considerate and polite before the Ring.
Everyday, your voice fails you a little more and it's frightening. Yes, even I get scared every once in a while. That monster of a spirit is destroying you and yet I have no power to fix you. My attempts thus far all fall flat, despite my best efforts and strongest will. Damned be the Thief.
I had dreamed of freeing the world of darkness like the one in the Ring. I dreamed I could save you from him and his insanity, but even a Pharaoh can be beaten. Despite my strength, the world - and that beast - keeps getting in my way. I fight and fail. Rinse and repeat. It's never good enough.
What's the point in ever trying, nothing changes anyway.