For a moment, Mokuba and Yuugi look at one another.
Another side effect of being so close to one another for even this period of time: they can have conversations with their eyes and gestures. Mokuba shrugs his right shoulder, as though beckoning Yuugi to start talking.
"You start. I'll follow."
"Ah...yeah." Yuugi swallows. "Your legs were crushed in the impact. They managed to prevent amputating them, but..."
"You're gonna need surgery to get them working like they used to," Mokuba finishes.
They're not saying the silent part out loud: he can't walk. He doesn't have the capacity to put weight on his legs, much less move, even with assistance.
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Another side effect of being so close to one another for even this period of time: they can have conversations with their eyes and gestures. Mokuba shrugs his right shoulder, as though beckoning Yuugi to start talking.
"You start. I'll follow."
"Ah...yeah." Yuugi swallows. "Your legs were crushed in the impact. They managed to prevent amputating them, but..."
"You're gonna need surgery to get them working like they used to," Mokuba finishes.
They're not saying the silent part out loud: he can't walk. He doesn't have the capacity to put weight on his legs, much less move, even with assistance.