Kaiba didn't like this.

This wasn't the Yuugi he knew, the one who almost took everything, in the service of teaching him some kind of lesson, a lesson that hadn't stuck because Kaiba wasn't so sure if he felt sorry for it anymore.

(he did)

What reason did he have to feel sorry for someone who took him upon one knee and shattered him, metaphorically?

(he struck first, he deserved it, he was the monster)

Better he was the monster, wasn't it?

Right? Better Seto Kaiba be the monster, than to allow anyone else to take advantage of him again.

He opens the laptop, opens a page and beckons Yuugi. His lips move again, words of assuagement, despite his expression being anything but calm.

I won't hurt you.

And then, if Yuugi does get closer, to see what Kaiba starts to type...

But I did. I stole from your grandfather. And when you put me in my place, I tried to kill you and your friends. Not that it worked. There's something in you, Yuugi Mutou. Something that I couldn't beat down.

Something that took me down instead.

And I won't bend to you, not again. Not ever. Even if you don't remember what transpired between us.