kaiba isn't the type to feel sorry. not for himself, not for anyone else, but he can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for suzaku. more hurt, more pain, piled onto his cursed existence. for arrogant as he could be, he had no wish to live forever. yet it seemed suzaku had no other choice, at least until his body gave out. until slain by someone else.
as the locked door finally hisses open, their task complete, he says to suzaku as evenly as he can:]
I wish things had gone differently for you.
[because he can't forget. he won't forget, the face of that frightened child. how it lit up with hope, however briefly.]
Come back to my room later. We'll play a few rounds of Duel Monsters.
[it is praise cloaked as an invitation. duel monsters, his favorite game, had brought him something like happiness. and he was choosing to share that joy with someone else.]
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kaiba isn't the type to feel sorry. not for himself, not for anyone else, but he can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for suzaku. more hurt, more pain, piled onto his cursed existence. for arrogant as he could be, he had no wish to live forever. yet it seemed suzaku had no other choice, at least until his body gave out. until slain by someone else.
as the locked door finally hisses open, their task complete, he says to suzaku as evenly as he can:]
I wish things had gone differently for you.
[because he can't forget. he won't forget, the face of that frightened child. how it lit up with hope, however briefly.]
Come back to my room later. We'll play a few rounds of Duel Monsters.
[it is praise cloaked as an invitation. duel monsters, his favorite game, had brought him something like happiness. and he was choosing to share that joy with someone else.]