You want me to believe you'll help me? No one would do that for an enemy! Just because you don't know we're enemies yet, doesn't mean we aren't!
Kaiba has never been the sort to cower. There's no reason for him to cower from Yuugi like this, without his imposing persona. This Yuugi wasn't the one who had fractured his mind and left him to try and gather the pieces and try to figure out who and what Seto Kaiba really was. But here, he cowers back, towards the bed he'd woken up in, because those pieces were still disjointed, uncertain. Weak, like his heart in this moment.
Who...was he? He thought he knew. He was a winner. A survivor. A brother, perhaps?
That one strikes hard, finds its way into his incomplete heart and drives in like a poison. No, he's not a brother. Not a good one, anyway. A good brother would have defeated Pegasus. A winner? Hardly.
He's a loser. He's The Loser.
(he's jerked forward, towards a conniving face that watched as he was cleaved apart, choking on his own blood, he couldn't breathe couldn't breathe couldn't)
Kaiba looks...lost. His eyes are unfocused, his throat working as if he can't draw a breath in, like he's forgotten how.
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You want me to believe you'll help me? No one would do that for an enemy! Just because you don't know we're enemies yet, doesn't mean we aren't!
Kaiba has never been the sort to cower. There's no reason for him to cower from Yuugi like this, without his imposing persona. This Yuugi wasn't the one who had fractured his mind and left him to try and gather the pieces and try to figure out who and what Seto Kaiba really was. But here, he cowers back, towards the bed he'd woken up in, because those pieces were still disjointed, uncertain. Weak, like his heart in this moment.
Who...was he? He thought he knew. He was a winner. A survivor. A brother, perhaps?
That one strikes hard, finds its way into his incomplete heart and drives in like a poison. No, he's not a brother. Not a good one, anyway. A good brother would have defeated Pegasus. A winner? Hardly.
He's a loser. He's The Loser.
(he's jerked forward, towards a conniving face that watched as he was cleaved apart, choking on his own blood, he couldn't breathe couldn't breathe couldn't)
Kaiba looks...lost. His eyes are unfocused, his throat working as if he can't draw a breath in, like he's forgotten how.