Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make money from the writing of this story.
Pride is the way he lets others believe the world is his oyster.
Pride is the title before his name, the cleanliness of his office, the clarity of his thoughts. Pride is his sharp wit and an even sharper tongue.
Pride is his perfect posture, his lengthy strides; the fire in his eyes and the ice in his voice.
Pride is the pain he bears in silence, the power of his devotion, the labour of his love. Pride is the depth of his sacrifice, the damage he can no longer overcome.
Pride is the broken and tar black splinters of his soul.
Pride is the heart he pretends not to have, and the brother he vowed to give everything to protect.