A glance upwards, dark hair framing a round face and deep brown eyes.
"Hey, Seto?"
A glance downwards, brown hair framing a thin face and quiet blue eyes.
"What's wrong, Mokuba?"
Eyes looking to the side, apprehensive.
"Remember... Death-T?"
A sigh.
"Yes, Mokuba. I remember Death-T."
A bite of the lip.
"We were stupid back then, weren't we?"
A nod, resigned but dignified.
"We were. Sometimes, I wonder if I should have ripped up that Blue-Eyes like I did."
A self-deprecating chuckle.
"And I was really dumb when I tried to get revenge on Yugi for beating you the first time around. Really? Tasers and knives, all over a game of Capmon?"
A hand hitting a forehead.
"That really was stupid, Mokuba."
A sigh.
"I know, Seto."
A roll of the eyes.
"Not like I can say I was much better... torturing an old man all for a card game? Making an entire theme park for the purpose of murder? What kind of sicko was I? I'm almost glad that Yugi used his Mind Crush thing on me."
A frown, a latching of hands onto a white-clad arm.
"Seto, don't say that. When you were catatonic like that... I was so scared..."
A brief flash of some expression, maybe unease.
"...You were?"
A fervent nod.
"Yeah... It was like you were just... just a doll. Just staring into space with your mouth hanging open, just the way you were when Yugi Mind Crushed you."
An involuntary shiver, rippling down the spine.
"..."
Eyes widening.
"S-Seto, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
A hand raised.
"It's fine, Mokuba."
A weak smile.
"A-alright."
A groan.
"Still, I can't believe how much I'd let my pride blind me. God, I feel like a heel."
Blue eyes staring into brown.
A shared chuckle.
"We've... We've moved on from then, though. From all that stupid stuff we did. Right, Seto?"
A brief ruffle of long, scruffy, dark hair.
"...Right. Hey, Mokuba..."
A cant of the head to the side.
"What is it, Seto?"
A smile.
"Want to play a game?"