"—so that in spite of the well-chronicled events at Kul Elna, Atem should indeed be credited with great accomplishments; it is difficult to think of anyone else to compete with his stature and impact. Looking back upon the age and deeds of Atem, it is impossible to be indifferent toward him; he belongs to the category of distinguished names—"
Yugi slams the book shut and doesn't hurl it across the room, but it's a near thing. What right do these bastards have to say anything about Atem? What do they know? A bunch of propaganda, the stuff seen fit to keep on record, that's all this is. "Well-chronicled events at Kul Elna," that's total bullshit. All the struggle, the deception and backstabbing and hardship surrounding the massacre there, coloring Atem's rule, everything he fought so hard to master and overcame with so much strife, so much hard work… These people, these scholars, they don't know. What gives them the right to call themselves authorities? To try to teach other people, as though they have some kind of insight?
His hands are shaking, as they do. He balls them into fists to get the tremor under control and looks out the window.
He doesn't know what he's expecting, but whatever it is, he doesn't find it.
I miss you.
He rests his chin in his palms, and keeps looking.
Do you miss me, too?
And now what?
It's been years.