[kaiba could be nasty and he could hold grudges like nobody's business, but even he knows better here. this was a different atem; he was willing to accept that. at least for now.
when the knife enters his skin, he doesn't so much as flinch. doesn't even wince. because it both hurts and it doesn't. physical pain was nothing. the only anguish he acknowledged was the kind that lived inside your head, the kind that burrowed in your brain and festered like a plague. a different kind of scar, far worse than any blade.
so he can't appreciate that gentleness. he doesn't care for it, doesn't know it, and hasn't for a very, very long time.]
Rivals.
[he repeats, watching atem work through listless eyes.]
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[kaiba could be nasty and he could hold grudges like nobody's business, but even he knows better here. this was a different atem; he was willing to accept that. at least for now.
when the knife enters his skin, he doesn't so much as flinch. doesn't even wince. because it both hurts and it doesn't. physical pain was nothing. the only anguish he acknowledged was the kind that lived inside your head, the kind that burrowed in your brain and festered like a plague. a different kind of scar, far worse than any blade.
so he can't appreciate that gentleness. he doesn't care for it, doesn't know it, and hasn't for a very, very long time.]
Rivals.
[he repeats, watching atem work through listless eyes.]
That's just what we'll be.