This is just to harvest more Light, isn't it? They put him with Yuugi, specifically to remind him of how insignificant and unimportant he was, surely that was the intent.
There's an immediate change, as Kaiba slams both fists onto the bed he's in, a low hissing sound emanating from his mouth, with not a hint of a voice. Is...is he crying?
No, he's trying to laugh, and failing, because of course he is, how can he make a vocalization without working vocal cords? How can he proceed any further, without his pen, his paper, anything at all that he'd had in his room?
These walls were naked--he knew what he'd paid for wasn't here.
Taken. All of it, taken.
He wants to laugh, and laugh and laugh, until his throat splits back open and gushes blood. But he knows that's not what'll happen.
The Light would be cheapened if it was that easy, wouldn't it?
You don't remember me?
Then let me help you remember.
He's smiling, such a cruel, off-kilter expression, as he tries to get to his feet, ignoring the pain, ignoring the way his surroundings tilt and blur before him. He's going to get to the desk, open the laptop if he can...and properly explain where it can be read on a screen, rather than his lips.
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Why not?
This is just to harvest more Light, isn't it? They put him with Yuugi, specifically to remind him of how insignificant and unimportant he was, surely that was the intent.
There's an immediate change, as Kaiba slams both fists onto the bed he's in, a low hissing sound emanating from his mouth, with not a hint of a voice. Is...is he crying?
No, he's trying to laugh, and failing, because of course he is, how can he make a vocalization without working vocal cords? How can he proceed any further, without his pen, his paper, anything at all that he'd had in his room?
These walls were naked--he knew what he'd paid for wasn't here.
Taken. All of it, taken.
He wants to laugh, and laugh and laugh, until his throat splits back open and gushes blood. But he knows that's not what'll happen.
The Light would be cheapened if it was that easy, wouldn't it?
You don't remember me?
Then let me help you remember.
He's smiling, such a cruel, off-kilter expression, as he tries to get to his feet, ignoring the pain, ignoring the way his surroundings tilt and blur before him. He's going to get to the desk, open the laptop if he can...and properly explain where it can be read on a screen, rather than his lips.