Two pairs of feet moved in unison.

One small, one taller, and two pairs of arms wrapped around Seto Kaiba as he suffered in the bed.

The younger brother, terrified of losing the only family he had left.

The rival, moved by the pain and loneliness that would move a man to seeking a man long-dead.

He couldn't bring him here, so he thought he'd go there.

To...

Say goodbye.

That's what it was, wasn't it? Saying goodbye to a dear friend who passed on? No more talk of revival, but just of...

Finishing what they started.

This wasn't about a Duel.

This was so much more than that.

Mokuba Kaiba sniffled once.

"Idiot," he said, "Being alive, being home... that's all I care about.

"Welcome home, Seto / Kaiba."