[a dragon was a dragon, even if kisara was awfully jumpy. her tail lowers and her big blue eyes are locked on squalo, but she seems pleasantly surprised when he handles her with the delicacy she deserves. she chirps again, this time hopping around until she lands on his shoulder. kaiba looks pleased by this, easing off a little bit of those bad vibes.]

I don't care if you killed people. Or hurt people. Or if you enjoyed it.

[so he'll rephrase, asking again:]

Are you proud of the person that you've become?