"Only the dead have seen the end of war." – Plato

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I'd torn my eyes away from it to see how Kaiba was reacting.

He couldn't believe it either.

He was kinda standing there, not sure how to react.

His mouth was moving, making words, but he wasn't making a sound.

I don't know what he would say anyway.

There isn't anything TO say when it's right there, in front of you, so still and pale.

The corpse.

The corpse with the long, messy, hair.

The corpse with the slit wrists.

The corpse with the peaceful expression on its face.

Like it's sleeping.

Like it could wake up any moment, and suddenly start smiling, and ask you why you're standing there, numb with shock.

It's leaning up against the bed, in front of it, in this sitting position.

Then it all hits Kaiba.

That corpse.

That corpse is the corpse of...

The corpse of Mokuba.

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