Kaiba's eyes flitted from side to side, seeing nothing at all, hearing nothing, feeling nothing for the longest time. His face is darkening, for lack of breathing. This is where he dies, isn't it? He can't stop it, he's tried it all, but the truer he is to himself, the more he bleeds. The more the others threaten, the harder he falls--

--Yuugi's hand on his shoulder is what pulls him out of it, making his eyes regain the slightest focus, and his seizing throat finally draws in an aching, desperate breath as he realizes he has fully working lungs. Not the ruined, split things that only choked him on his own lifeblood.

He could breathe, even if it hurts, even if his eyes had gone red already as if someone was strangling him.

"Hhhhh...!!"

It's such a thready, thin sound. Voiceless. Powerless.

But the way he reaches an arm out, shoving Yuugi away? That's not so powerless. He's still reedy and weak, unable to have recovered by being in this hellhole...but he still has some strength, despite it.

Don't. T...ouch me.