Once the nurse is gone, Kaiba is left frowning at the table, his gaze following the spread of cards before Yuugi and Mokuba take it away. The man had been right, without the pressure, his legs felt marginally better. It hadn't bothered him in a way that was painful enough to bring up to the others, but there was a difference.
He reaches a hand down, to shift the blanket off one leg, but he hesitates instead. He feels very nearly as small as he's sure he looks, and he doesn't want to be seen this way. But...he turns to look at Yuugi.
"You have seen what's under here, haven't you? Both of you..."
Maybe it's less that he doesn't want to be seen, and more that he doesn't want to see it himself, because then it presents the hard limit on him that he's trying to overcome. Seeing what lies beneath will bring Kaiba crashing into reality harder than he'd crashed into the ground.
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He reaches a hand down, to shift the blanket off one leg, but he hesitates instead. He feels very nearly as small as he's sure he looks, and he doesn't want to be seen this way. But...he turns to look at Yuugi.
"You have seen what's under here, haven't you? Both of you..."
Maybe it's less that he doesn't want to be seen, and more that he doesn't want to see it himself, because then it presents the hard limit on him that he's trying to overcome. Seeing what lies beneath will bring Kaiba crashing into reality harder than he'd crashed into the ground.