[weaponizing sex appeal was a bit of a stretch, but he doesn't bother to deny it. he doesn't bother to deny any of it, as tech boy had won in at least one sense: he no longer had any desire to argue with him, even if he could win. even if he could always win, it wasn't worth the headache involved. and he was already under more than enough stress.

was it good enough? of course the answer was no it wasn't. he only had eyes for one man and he wasn't here. not really. yugi pissed him off just as much as everyone else, but he deserved better than to be treated as a stand-in for his feelings. and trying to transfer them onto tech was also unfair, as if he had any desire to do so. which he doesn't.

he feels trapped. it's irritating. it straight up sucks. and it has him slipping into the water, neck deep.]

Nothing is ever good enough for me.

[not even staring down at the world, way up in space.]

It's why I'm so successful. I keep innovating, I keep improving. Even if I have to stand alone to do it.