[The man before her seemed to recover far better than Kisara did, and it was almost intimidating to become the sole focus of his attention. There was something different about him, off somehow, but she couldn't quite figure it out or place it. Beyond the lighter skin color there was no mistaking the resemblance. A part of her was torn- she wanted it desperately to be someone else so that the one she cared most about would yet still walk in the land of the living, but the selfish part wanted to see him here with her. Even if it was temporary, as he did not belong here. Preferably it would be temporary.

When he didn't draw away she wasn't sure whether to feel grateful or more apprehensive.]

Seto.. Kaiba? [Testing the word as if she had never heard it before, and truthfully she hadn't. Not from her time period. This Seto did mention the priest however. Confusion was unavoidable and a million questions swirled around in her mind dueling for the privilege of being posed. After studying him a little bit longer she acquiesced to the truth.] No, you are not him. [Resigning herself to that caused her shoulders to sag in both regret and relief. It was an awkward position to be in] You do.. share a connection to him however. [Looking up at him shyly through the persistent stray strands of hair that draped over her features]

Duat, yes. I know that I no longer live... somehow I feel as if you belong here less than I.