Guess who's back after only a month this time? That's right, mortals! Praise me! All joking aside, I'm glad I was able to get this done quickly (well, quickly for me. Originally, this story was meant to be about 40 chapters long but I think it'll be closer to 50.
Anywho, enough stallin'! Get back to readin'!
"If I'm hearing you correctly, they have no intention whatsoever of getting out of their predicament."
It's not a question. Only a statement. Seto Kaiba only repeats things when they've particularly irritated him. I sigh, nervously playing with my unruly mane. If it's a relief to have finally freed my hair from that dreaded headscarf, the dead eyes of the Millennium crew are still haunting me. Mostly those of my shell of a kin.
I hadn't been able to get a wink of sleep after returning from the prison. Lord Crowley and I barely exchanged any words on the way back either. Too many things are going round and round in my mind.
Seto, Mokuba and I have gathered in my guest room once again. For a while, the three of us are silent. Only the clock on the chimney makes noise while I wait for my brothers to integrate the report of my nocturnal visit. A minute goes by. Then another. Each an eternity long. Keeping myself from fidgeting in my seat takes all my will. Not only are my agitated thoughts bothering me, but I had to wear my itchy nightgown after the doctor changed my bandages again this morning.
Oh how I miss my Shayee dress. And everything else…
Finally, Seto rubs his eyes and lets out a loud breath before sitting down at the table.
"This…." he begins, running a hand through his hair, "is problematic. If they've no will to free themselves, there's not much we'll be able to do. You can't help someone who won't help themselves. Never mind dozens of people who've nothing left to strive for."
He couldn't be more right. We certainly don't have to time to convince all of them one by one. But if I could just get their captain —the man that they've followed all this time— to see the light again…
"We can't give them a new reason to live for on a silver platter," I say. "But Atem could speak to them. They've trusted and followed him for years and I've heard him speak. When he does, a fire lights up in the eyes of those who listen. If I can convince him, then I know he'll be able to move the others."
Atem's foresight and planning is preserving them even now. The moment the Millennium crew acquired their loot from the Golden Whale, the captain ordered his men to dispose of all the seals that showed where the stolen goods came from. All Seto had to do was feign ignorance when the inspectors asked him if he recognized any of his property among the recovered booty.
"It all depends on whether or not you get through to him," continues the baron. "Depending on how long that takes, we might run out of options."
"But we have time, don't we?" comments Mokuba. "The inventory of the Millennium is over but interrogating the entire crew will take a while. Then there's the matter of organizing the trial."
"There won't be a trial if there are no charges or sufficient proof and witnesses." The oldest Kaiba rubs his eyes again. "That is if all of them manage to hold their tongue."
"They will," I assure him. "They're hopeless but they would never do anything to accelerate their comrades's demise. I know that for certain."
Something creaks in the hallway, and we all look towards the door, expecting quiet footsteps or a breath out of place. We've been whispering all this time but should any indiscreet ears get too curious, we'd be in deep trouble. A couple of minutes pass without any other noise being made. So the conversation reprises.
"What do we do now?" asks Moki, looking at us back and forth. "Right now the navy is holding them on suspicion of piracy. If push comes to shove and they do get put on trial, we'll have no choice but to break them out."
"We have to do everything possible to avoid that," says Seto. "So far, Sennen has been very good at covering his tracks, but Pegasus is sharp. If something was neglected, he'll see it. In the event of the worst outcome, we have to prepare for everything."
Never have I dreamed of one day seeing my brothers plot to break pirates out of prison. If the situation wasn't what it is, I'd be horrified. Now, I'm just so grateful to have them so willing to risk it all for me. Sure, a twinge of guilt pulls at my heart but if the situation were reversed, I'd do exactly the same for them. But I'm sure Seto's guilt hasn't alleviated one bit. It most likely won't for a very long time…
"Yugi, focus," snaps Seto. "You've been to the prison. Tell me everything you saw."
Right. Now's not the time to be lost in thought. I grab a piece of parchment and bring the inkwell closer. As I draw the layout of the prison, I relate the number of guards keeping watch at the gate, the lack of lighting inside and of course, the dogs.
"It's not far from the barracks either," I add after completing my very basic plan. "So if we decide to sneak in and get caught, they'll be a swarm of navy men ready to intervene."
"We're not there yet. I take it you plan on going back?"
"Yes. Tonight if possible."
I have to. The one spark I've managed to lit in the abyss of my kin's eyes cannot vanish. If it does, I'll never be able to light it again.
"Then next time, try to get more details on the layout. But don't take unnecessary risk. If need be, I'll go myself to inspect."
"But you're still—"
"They can't keep me under house arrest forever with only suspicions. They'll have to leave me be soon en—"
The sound of doors slamming open in the distance silences him. Soon, heavy footsteps of multiple people coming up the stairs and getting closer echo into the hallway. Seto and I stare at each other, exchanging our thoughts. Those unnaturally rhythmic footsteps can only mean one thing : navy men are in the manor. And that can't be good.
Quicker than either of us, Mokuba grabs the parchment, crushes it into a ball and stuffs it in his trousers. We all stand from our seats as the footsteps get closer and exchange an apprehensive glance. I hold my breath and an invisible hand grips my insides. The doors fly open revealing a stern-faced Lord Crowley, followed by seven men in uniform.
"That's some way to enter an undressed lady's room," lets out Seto, frowning. "What's the meaning of this, Alister?"
Lord Crowley doesn't respond right away. He stares at my guardian intently for a few moments before finally taking a step forward. When he speaks, it's with a frighteningly cold and stark tone.
"Baron Seto Kaiba, in the light of new evidence, you are suspected of conspiring with pirates and aiding them in their ventures. By order of the Royal Navy, you are to be detained by the authorities of Liverand until the end of the investigation."
As the Lieutenant says those words, two men surround Seto and promptly put shackles on his wrists.
"What?" Mokuba exclaims, bewildered.
My mind goes blank. Just like that, before we've even begun our planning, everything comes crashing down. Then a thousand thoughts swarm me. How in the world? Is this because I went to see Atem and the others last night? It seems unlikely, since I was accompanied by Lord Crowley. Judging from his face, the head of the Crowley house, new evidence has most likely indeed resurfaced. It can't be because someone from the Millennium blabbed, is it? Even if they had, and betrayed that the crew were indeed pirates, why would Seto be the one in trouble?
"That's preposterous," protests my guardian, containing his shock. "What new evidence are you talking about?"
"Your memory seems a little foggy, so allow me to help you remember. Two weeks ago when you came here, we arrested Felix Arcana."
To anyone one else, the difference is imperceptible. Even Mokuba and I exchange a stunned look at the sound of the familiar name. Thank good fortune, Seto's general lack of expressiveness prevents him from doing the same. But I know better. The extra fraction of a second he takes to answer tells me that this information has him shook. I hold my breath again.
"What of him?" Seto replies, instantly diving back into his act. "He has nothing to do with this."
"That's strange," replies the lieutenant. "Because he claims to know the names Sennen and Millennium quite well. According to him, Sennen was the puppet master of the operation to capture your merchant ship."
My heart sinks and I stop breathing. Never had I thought the man Atem was meant to have buried alive come back to foil our already delicate planning. In an instant, everything is escaping our grasp.
"How is that relevant in any way?" continues Seto, as unflinching as ever. "The bastard is on his way to the rope. He'd spout anything to win himself a few more days. I don't see how this constitutes proof."
"In the event that it is truth, and that you were aware of this, it means you are willingly protecting pirates."
"You must be joking. All I said was that I had no quarrel with them because they saved my family. Even if it does turn out to be true, what do them knowing and working with each other have anything to do with me?"
Lord Crowley remains silent in front of my guardian's answer. The severe look in his eyes is suspicious. Who wouldn't be ? Our story is hanging by a very thin thread. And knowing his history with pirates, the lieutenant wouldn't show mercy to anyone in cahoot with them. But despite that, he seems to listen intently to Seto's words. Almost as if he wants to believe him.
"If I thought for a moment they were actual sea rats," continues Seto, "why waste my time defending them? Me? Working with pirates? Do you hear yourself? What would I have to gain from consorting with scum to attack my own company? You're out of your mind if you believe that."
Anyone who knew anything about Seto would believe that. A self-made man but a righteous one. Our circumstances are extremely out of the ordinary, and the situation is at the same time our shield and the root of our issues. If Seto were any less sharp and agile with words, we wouldn't be able to walk that unstable line.
After another long moment of silence on Lord Crowley's part, the lieutenant lets out a heavy sigh.
"I will grant you that this situation is bizarre in more ways than one. I can't fathom why you of all people would act irrationally or with ill intent. What I do know, is that you're hiding something. Knowing you, I'm sure you have your reason."
As he says that last sentence, Lord Crowley spares a long glance at Mokuba. I catch a hint of regret in his grey irises. He then closes his eyes for a moment.
"I will see to it personally that this investigation goes swiftly. I've always seen you as trustworthy and an ally, Kaiba. So I'll hang on to that respect. However…"
He opens his eyes again and I can help but flinch. They're burning with silent rage and filled with cold anger. In a few quick strides, the lieutenant stands in front of Seto, mere inches separating their faces.
"If I find any connections whatsoever between you and the scum, be it Sennen or anyone else, I will personally ensure that you will never see the light of day again."
Cold shivers run down my spine and I find no words to say in our defense. I'd only dig a deeper hole. Both men stare back at each other with equal but opposite intensities. Seto has realized that fighting our way out of this is not an option. And speaking has become useless with Lord Crowley's last warning.
My insides twist with uncertainty and cold sweat makes my clothes stick to my skin. What now? what do we do? Without Seto, our hands are tied. Images of Atem and my brother, dangling from ropes under a cloudy sky swarm my mind, nearly making me gag. The scars on my back sting again as the familiar anguish of being separated from my family creeps up my spine.
"What of them?" finally asks Seto, glancing us.
Lord Crowley takes a step back and an troubled sigh leaves him. I can tell he takes no pleasure in saying those words. "Until this affair clears up, your ward may remain here as my guest. However, your brother is to be detained with you."
"But that's ridiculous!" I can't help but interject. "He's only a boy!"
"I'm sorry, my lady. But orders are orders. Both Kaiba brothers are to be detained until further notice."
My heart sinks once more. Even when we were first taken hostage, I had Mokuba. And I'm about to be left alone again. Everything in me slowly begins turning to ice, burns and then numbs. I stay frozen in place, glancing back and forth at my brothers.
"This is nonsense," says Seto, fidgeting in the grasp of his captors. "I could understand arresting only me or all of us, but not this. What is Kisara thinking? I demand to speak with her."
Lord Crowley opens his mouth to speak, but another shorter man with messy brown hair steps forward. I recognize the one named Valon from last night, though I doubt he recognizes me.
"You really ought to stop acting like you are entitled to anything, baron," says Valon. "We have our orders. The admiral will be more than happy to address your concerns once you've cooperated."
This time, Seto can't hide the surprise from his face. "Pegasus himself ordered this?"
"You should feel honored," replies Valon with a snarky tone and provoking smirk. "The admiral decided your case was important enough to lead the investigation himself."
"That's enough, Valon," interrupt the lieutenant. "Take them away!"
As the two men begin dragging my guardian out of the room, Seto twists his neck nearly all the way to throw me one last glance.
"Stay put," he orders before disappearing into the hallway.
The warning is clear : don't do anything stupid. Or simply, don't do anything. But what can we even do by ourselves? My shaking hand instinctively grabs Moki's as Lord Crowley approaches us. A sorry but softer expression lands on my brother.
"I'd rather not have to put chains on you, lad."
With eyes of defeat, Mokuba squeezes my hand one last time before letting go and being escorted out by two more navy men. He tries to keep a helpless eye contact with until he inevitably disappears into the hallway. Panic strikes me and my body moves to follow only for Lord Crowley to extend an arm to stop me.
"Please calm yourself. There's nothing you can do."
"This a terrible mistake, Lord Crowley," I say looking up at my host. "Seto is innocent. He's done nothing to warrant such treatment!"
"I wish your words were sufficient proof, my lady. But it's quite evident that you three are hiding something. Unless you'd like to share anything else you know about this odd affair."
I open my mouth to reply but stop myself. Nothing I say will salvage our situation. If I admit Atem is the one who abducted us, I betray him. If I admit that I didn't injure them, I'm incriminating Seto. If I divulge all twelve years worth of story, I condemn both of them. My teeth and fists clench. What now? What do I do? I think of Atem. Of him twelve years ago. So young, so hurt… and so alone.
How did you do it?
I'm snapped out of my daze when Valon moves into my line of sight. The lieutenant's right hand man eyes me up and down with what seems like inconsiderate contemplation. I suddenly recall that I'm still in my nightgown and my hair is on full display in all its tricolored glory. That was the kind of stare Seto has always shielded me from. I find myself missing my headscarf. Finally, he speaks.
"The admiral has asked to see you at once," he states. "I'll ask that you come quietly."
"R-right now? But I'm not dressed—"
My taking a step back doesn't play in my favor. The navy men kisses his teeth in annoyance before reaching for me, muttering something about how high and mighty the Kaiba household was. But Lord Crowley's hand closes on his subordinate's wrist.
"Mind your manners, Valon," scolds the lieutenant, pulling the invasive hand away from me. "Lady Yugi is still my guest. I expect you to treat her as such and you will address her as her status dictates. I'll not have my right hand man behave like some ruffian."
Valon throws me one more scrutinizing glare before answering his superior. "Yes, sir. Forgive me, my lady. I was rash."
The look in his eyes hasn't changed whatsoever. I reply nothing only stare back in mistrust. Now more than ever, I understand why Seto kept me away from his world. Would most people have looked at me like that? Lord Crowley takes a step between us as if to shield me from that spiteful glare.
"Accompany the brothers and take care of their new accommodations," he orders. "I will handle of the rest here."
"Sir!"
After saluting, Valon and the rest of the men leave the room. My relief doesn't last very long. The admiral wants to see me? No doubt he has questions about our captivity. Yet, all my apprehension from our first encounter rushes back to my head, like an alarm bell. An eerie premonition comes over me.
Lord Crowley then turns to face me. "I'll send a maid to help you get dressed. We'll depart as soon as you're ready."
After a quick nod of the head, he heads for the door. But he stops when I call out to him.
"Why does the admiral want to see me?"
"He most likely wants a statement from you about this affair," he replies without turning around. "If I may give you one piece of advice : do not lie to him. Rumor has it this man can see into your mind."
With that ominous advice, the lieutenant steps out and closes the door behind him. My heart is furiously hammering against my ribcage. I rush to the open window just in time to see Mokuba and Seto being loaded into a prison carriage.
A stray thought crosses my panicked mind. Should I flee now, before the maid arrives? Every inclination in my body and soul is pushing me to it but… where would I go? Who could help me? What can I do on my own? Besides, running would only confirm their suspicions and that would mean trouble for everyone.
I bite my lip in frustration and I taste blood on my tongue. Am I that useless on my own? I force myself to breathe in deeply and slowly to calm my galloping heart and thoughts. Panicking will solve nothing, but the grip of anguish on my insides doesn't relinquish.
My only option is to keep myself out of prison and then come up with a plan to help them.
Liverand Navy Headquarter
My leg twitches nervously, and I fiddle with my bracelet as my eyes dart from one place to the other of the gaudy office. Whoever's it is has a taste for extravagant golden statuettes, threaded carpets, expensive paintings and a penchant for hoarding. In any case, the atmosphere is suffocation but I can't bring myself to get up to open one of the large windows letting the sunlight through. Perhaps it is because of Lord Crowley's presence, or because I'm too nervous to move.
Fortunately for me, the maids of the Crowley house were unable to find a dress 'fitting of my status' to my very short size. By default, I had to wear a very simple cotton dress, the kind the women of the town wore. I'd be choking if I was to wear a corset. My neatly braided hair curled into a crown around my head is well-hidden underneath my headscarf but verything is itchy and my scars haven't stopped aching. I take long deep breaths for fear of being dizzy.
The last thing I need is to faint.
Lord Crowley seems to have noticed my discomfort as he offers me a glass of water. I readily accept and empty the small glass. How I wish it was me falling being submerged in water.
"Is there anything I can get you, my lady?" asks the lieutenant.
How little I care for my own comfort in this moment. If Lord Crowley is being a most impeccable gentleman despite the situation, I don't have the heart to feign dignity for his sake. Fearing unkind words might slip from my mouth, I simply shake my head. I could plead my case, try to convince him or at least, push the belief of Seto's innocence further. But my throat is tightly shut.
Keep your head clear. Prepare your defense. Don't get distracted.
But keeping the anguish at bay takes all my will and leaves room for planning. Soon —too soon— footsteps approach. Two voices are speaking in the hallway. A man and a woman. As they get closer, I recognize the voices of the admiral and the commodore.
"I don't understand why you're bothering with such a trivial matter," says the latter, her words punctuated with confusion. "Surely, you have more important affairs waiting in Kingtown."
"This isn't to question your authority or that of Liverand, Kisara," replies the admiral, seemingly quite joyful. "No one can deny your accomplishments."
"That's not what I meant, uncle. If there's more than meets the eye to this affair, let me be of assistance."
The doorknob turning nearly makes my heart pop in my chest and I reflexively stand. The two member the Pegasus household step into the room. Lord Crowley straightens up, but neither spares us a glance. The admiral turns around to face his niece.
"This matter is delicate in more ways than one, especially with the involvement of the Kaiba and a Shayee survivor. I'd rather be cautious."
An air of concern lingers on the blue-eyed woman's face. "You don't truly believe he's involved, do you?"
Before the admiral can answer, Lord Crowley lets out a purposeful cough, getting their attention. Immediately after, he salutes.
"I've brought Lady Yugi, as requested, admiral."
Though Lady Kisara truly seems to be noticing us for the first time, there isn't a spec of surprise on the admiral's face. Like he knew very well we were here the whole time. For some reason, it unsettles me. Even more so when his one grey eye lands on me and I perceive the same seeking look as when we first met. With his long flowing silver hair held back in a ponytail and the eyepatch covering his empty socket, he ironically looks more like a pirate than anyone in the Millennium crew. His prim and proper posture and uniform only add to this surprisingly imposing man. Swallowing my spit takes more effort than it should and I avert my eyes.
"At ease, lieutenant," says the admiral before turning to his niece. "Worry not, my dear. Return to Beruga and finish your mission. We'll discuss this again once you've returned to Kingtown."
"Uncle—"
"You've done more than enough, commodore. You're dismissed. I'm sure you have much to do."
She wants to say more, that much is obvious. But the admiral won't relent. So she spares one last confused glance at me before saluting and exiting the room. The admiral then approaches us, wearing that small unreassuring smile of his.
"You may return to your post as well, lieutenant."
Lord Crowley executes one more salute before also taking his leave. The sound of the door creaking and shutting too loudly makes me flinch. The admiral's calm demeanor is only making the discomfort spike. It's not like the apprehension I felt from Atem's domineering presence when we were first abducted. Or the gut-wrenching fear squeezing my insides Bakura gave me. But an impression of absolute lack of control instead.
This man holds all of our fates in his hand.
"It is a pleasure to see you again, Lady Yugi," he says. "Allow me to apologize again for my behavior on the ship. It was unbecoming. I hope you'll forgive me."
The apology takes me aback. Decorum dictates that I must answer politely. At the very least, answer. But I can't find my words. Seto's warning keeps ringing in my head. If I say anything incriminating or contradictory, the admiral won't miss it. Luckily, Pegasus doesn't wait for my answer.
"Please have a seat," he offers, taking place in a red armchair facing me. I do as asked, wrestling with my mind to formulate my thoughts. "You're quite pale. Are you feeling faint?"
"A bit," I admit.
"It's understandable. I've sent for some tea. Some sweet cakes might help. In the meantime, why don't you and I get acquainted?"
His words confuse me. Isn't my whole purpose for being here to be ruthlessly interrogated about the organized attack on the Golden Whale? Or about Seto? The admiral looks around the room, as if seeing for the first time.
"Quite the display, this office. Secretary Lawrence sure enjoys his statues. I appreciate the loud expression of gold but even for me, this is a bit much. Personally, I don't mind the discretion of silver, wouldn't you agree?"
Again the smalltalk takes me aback. But I need to start speaking. At least the strange question allow me to loosen some of the tension. I take a deep breath as my hand finds my bracelet again, twisting the steely stones and making them glint green in the lights.
"I think I prefer silver," I say, very much aware of my bias. "It's discreet."
His face lights up as if my answer delights him. "Befitting of a Shayee. I shouldn't be surprised."
A maid knocks on the door and brings in some tea and an arrangement sweet cakes. I was expecting to be strapped to a chair and be threading a web of believable lies. Why has this meeting turned into a tea party? What a strange man. What to do now? If he's not planning to ask anything of me, perhaps I should try making my case about Seto and Atem? I think it wiser to play along for a little longer.
While the admiral reaches for the teapot, he urges me to pick something to eat. Not wanting to contradict him —and frankly feeling lightheaded— I reach for a little almond cake.
"You and Cecelia share similar tastes," says my host, offering me a steaming cup.
"Cecelia?" I ask, bringing the cup to my mouth.
"My wife. She loved silver and almonds. I'm amused at the coincidence. She left us some time ago."
I stop brusquely, nearly spilling tea all over me. Why would he tell me, a complete stranger, something like this? He wouldn't have called me here simply for small talk. But the bitterness in his words is unmistakable. If there is one think I will never fail to recognize, it's grief.
"I'm sorry," I say. "That must've been awful. How did it happen?"
"The scarlet fever took her one winter night a few months after our wedding. But I'm sure you'd know all about losing those you care for, my Lady. Allow me to express my condolences as well, late as they may be."
I thank him and he takes a moment to drink some tea. His movements are precise, like every step has been well-thought out, though he's executing such a basic gesture. It feels unnatural. Too precise. His composure is impressive for someone bringing up such painful memories.
"No matter how much time passes, I remember her quite clearly," says the admiral. "Every smile, every tear. I'd give anything to hear it again. It's as if she's never left. How about you, dear lady? Do such memories live on in your mind? How well do you recall your people?"
If I didn't know better, I'd say the man was trying to get a rise out of me. But he couldn't possibly know. The precious few fragments of memory I've recovered since returning to the island come to mind. Before being swallowed by the fire and the screams. My shoulders tighten when my scars ache again. It's my turn to look at my reflection in my teacup.
"I was only four," I mumble, not wanting to linger on the subject. "The only clear memories are of that one night."
Think of the good ones. Of the exploration swims with Yusei and Yuya, of playing with grandpa… of sharing secrets in a certain hiding spot.
"Is that so? I thought after returning to your homeland, you might've recalled a few things."
Yes, but nothing I want to share with a stranger. Especially one who has my family's fate in his hands. So I take a page of Atem's book and give a half truth instead.
"It was mostly bittersweet," I say quickly, before quickly taking a sip of tea. "It only intensified the memories of the fire."
"So you did return."
If the tea wasn't halfway down my throat, I'd have spat it out when all my insides suddenly contracted. I look up to find the grey eye peering into mine without blinking. I'm such a fool! Without thinking, I've given him information he was fishing for just like that. Judging from that look, it's as though I've incriminated myself.
"Is that why you're so stubborn about claiming your captor's innocence?" he asks, too amused. "Because he took you to your beloved homeland?"
Don't panic, says Seto's voice in my head. Be wary, but do not panic.
I force myself to breathe and set my cup back down slowly. "The people of the Millennium saved us from the pirates. We owe them our lives—"
"What do you say we don't waste time pretending to be daft with one another, dear lady?"
My mouth closes shut upon hearing this. He hasn't stopped smiling but the sudden change in attitude took me by surprise. According to Seto, Pegasus is supposed to be cunning and sneaky. But he's dived directly into the subject matter without so much as a warning. As elegantly as before, he puts down his teacup and straightens up.
"The truth is that the navy has more than enough witnesses to have the men of the Millennium condemned for piracy. And with how he was defending them, your guardian is also very close to being charged with conspiracy."
So Arcana's crew started blabbing, just as Lord Crowley said. Now it feels like an interrogation. Only without the actual questions.
"Some of them even assured us that "the tricolored hair witch" and the captain of the Millennium crossed swords. Tell me, if I were to ask you to recall your captivity in great detail, would I hear the same answers from the young Kaiba boy?"
I can only stare back, my mind void of any coherent thoughts. My heart gallops furiously in my chest and I can feel the blood draining from my face. He knows. Not only that, he's convinced of the truth. What am I supposed to do? Contradict everything he says? Invent a story on the spot? Both are surefire ways to dig myself into a deeper grave.
Pegasus doesn't move, only stares at me, awaiting a no-doubt incriminating answer from my part. That's when it hits me. Either he's bluffing to get me to commit a blunder or…
"If that's the truth, there's no need for you to speak with me like this." I state, hoping to God I'm mistaken about this. "You can simply get on with your arrests and get on with the trial. Why aren't you?"
Again with the widening smile, he leans forward. My hands shake, making the porcelain dangerously click in my hands. Now I know for sure where I've seen those eyes. From the pirates that captured us on the Golden Whale.
Greed. And whoever puts greed and Shayee together can only come to one conclusion…
"You're sharp. Like guardian like ward, I suppose. Your memories may be foggy, but I'm sure you haven't forgotten what your bracelet is made of."
Orichalcum.
*LE GASP* Points for those who saw that coming!
And thus begins the final arc *cue ominous music*
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