I'm not.

Yuugi shook his head.

And.... yeah. I used to be like you, but, I...

A deep, shuddering breath.

They told me I was better suited somewhere else. With the others.

How could he describe it without this guy thinking he was faking? He glanced around, searching...searching for something sharp--

Oh. There was a little sharp edge on the bedpost.

We...

He walked to the bed, motioning for Kaiba to pay attention.

They did something to us.

... before he sliced his own hand, deep.

Yuugi didn't even flinch.

As the blood poured down his palm, the wound was already starting to knit together.