Kaiba does take his time, and would have even if he hadn't been told to. He stays turned away, breathing in and out to calm himself and push back the pitiful emotional response he'd had just from being wanted.
He was Seto Kaiba. He rebuilt an entire company for the better. He was a master of games, the best Duel Monster's player alive. He was an innovator, an inventor, the one this world needed to break it free from the shackles of human weakness.
Tears? He had no more tears to shed. He would reclaim his throne...with time. He had time now, his goal finally met.
It had nearly cost him everything...but he was too stubborn to die.
Once he feels ready, he turns back to face Mokuba and Yuugi, even sitting himself up completely.
He can't see himself, but there's something still jarringly small about him, something incongruent about his appearance and who he is. And yet...
"You've made a game already? Even with the setbacks?"
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He was Seto Kaiba. He rebuilt an entire company for the better. He was a master of games, the best Duel Monster's player alive. He was an innovator, an inventor, the one this world needed to break it free from the shackles of human weakness.
Tears? He had no more tears to shed. He would reclaim his throne...with time. He had time now, his goal finally met.
It had nearly cost him everything...but he was too stubborn to die.
Once he feels ready, he turns back to face Mokuba and Yuugi, even sitting himself up completely.
He can't see himself, but there's something still jarringly small about him, something incongruent about his appearance and who he is. And yet...
"You've made a game already? Even with the setbacks?"