I was originally going to post this chapter next week but the response was so wonderful I decided to post it early!

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Dedication: For Val, whom, without, more than any other this chapter would NOT have been as good.

Chapter LXV: Critias

"My lord?" Mai rapped her knuckles against the door. "I brought…" she paused. It was well past midday, too late to breakfast. "Lunch."

No answer.

Sighing, she set the tray down on the floor. "As you wish." She bowed out of habit and backed away. She was halfway down the steps when she heard the screech of metal scrapping against stones.

"Are the Magister and Magistrate still in their rooms?" Tomoya asked surprised.

She nodded. Serenity sat next to him. Tristan stood off in the corner and the rest of the staff crowded about the halls, eager for the gossip. Save for a few servants and the unmarried men of The Eye, and then only those too exhausted from merrymaking, the great hall was empty.

Serenity flashed him a coy grin. "I trust they're enjoying their Redemancy."

"Still?" Tristan raised an eyebrow, skeptic and a little impressed. "How long has it been?"

"Leave them be." The group spun, then bowed.

Dartz stood in the doorway, looking regal even in a simple morning robe and his hair tangled beneath a sleep cap. "The Magister and Magistrate have had a long journey. Fortunately, there are no urgent manners requiring their attendance. They will join us when they are ready." He spun. "All we may do now is pray for the continued success of their marriage."

Mai and Serenity snickered. "Now the question is will they ever finish?"

The sweet Kemet prince was more than a match for their Magister it seemed. She grabbed a half empty bottle off the table and filled goblets for anyone still awake and shouted "A toast! To our Magister and his new Magistrate." She lifted her glass high, her voice bright with laughter. "May their marriage continue to be a success!"

"Hear! Hear!" The house clamored, clicking cups and downing their drink, trading toasts and blessings.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Lord Critias, still seated in the Great Hall. He'd shed his armor and was wearing only the deep blue under armor, his blond hair disheveled and his pale skin pasty from lack of sleep. Ironically, his eyes gleamed. Whether it was from merriness or drunkenness he did not know, though the empty goblet curled between his fingers suggested the latter.

Odd, she thought, surprised. She'd never known him to drink.

X X X

Yugi could've woken three days or a life time later. It wouldn't have mattered.

Time had lost all meaning: the world outside was but an afterthought drifting by in a haze of hours and days. He found himself lying on his stomach, the heavy warmth of Timaeus' weight pressed against his back. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw his husband was still sleeping, arms tight around Yugi's waist, sporting a beaming smile.

Memories of the previous days returned in quick persistence and he blushed, red as a cherry. Heat filling his cheeks, he bit his lip to keep from laughing. That was twice, Timaeus had sexed him in that position, between it and the others he wasn't sure which one he liked best. A tiny squeak escaped his delighted lips. He swallowed down his laughter and cast a glance at his husband's sleeping face.

He's right…I am insatiable. Brushing away a stray, silver bang, he admired the handsome face. Timaeus slept so soundly, so relaxed, even his scar looked less intimidating. Not for the first time, Yugi found himself curious of his origins…and wondering whether he wanted the answer.

Then the smell of spices filled his nose: waifs of freshly baked bread, sweet, juicy fruits, honey-milk and the salty, savory tang of roasted fish.

Slowly, carefully, he slid free from the embrace and the bed. The mattress shifted at the loss of its second master but did not make any noise. Breathing a sigh of relief, he fished around for his shift and instead found Timaeus' silk robe on the floor. He slipped it on and tied the waist tight.

Too long and loose, it hung comically off Yugi's shoulders, the sleeves covering his hands and it was several moments before he could fashion it into something practical. The cool silk was a welcome comfort against his burning skin.

He spotted the tray on the table by the fire: plates of bread, fresh fruits, sweet honey-milk and roasted fish. The sight alone was enough to make his mouth water, the smell awoke his stomach and his growled threateningly, promising pain if it was not fed. Wiping his mouth, Yugi plopped in one of the chairs and sampled the bread first. He moaned with delight: the sweetness of honey, the light, fluffy texture, it was so different from the hearty, barley bread of home. He gulped the milk, then tried the fish, and tasted butter, sage and thyme. He'd all but forgotten the taste: fish was commoner's food in Kemet and forbidden to priests.

He ate ravenously, finishing off the milk and devouring the fruits last. Deep purple in color with a pulpy, red inside—plum, Timaeus had called it. So sweet. The taste, the smell, the richness of food, Good Ra, how long had it been since he'd eaten last, Yugi wondered, finishing off the milk, suddenly thirsty. Seemed exhaustion wasn't the only consequence of sex, he giggled and reached for another plum—and grabbed empty air.

Whirling, he gasped at the empty bowl, empty plates and cups picked clean by his gluttony. Mortification turned his face beet-red and he whirled. Timaeus slept soundly still on the bed, but Yugi knew he wouldn't for long. Quickly, he gathered up the evidence of his shame and made for the door—surely Mai or someone would still be in the kitchens, preparing lunch…or the morning meal, something.

Yugi blushed again and tip-toed to the door, careful to let his husband sleep. "I'll be right back," he whispered, slipping through the door.

He did not see those lips curve into an amused smile.

X X X

He was relieved that the Great Hall was empty, and the table just set for the evening meal. The sun poured through the stain glass windows scattered colors across the room. Yugi slipped though the rooms, quick and quiet like a hunting lioness. He stole a tray from the table and piled it high with an assortment of plates and sweets. It struck him then, what did Timaeus like to eat? He rarely ate anything as it was, but, Yugi knew he disliked sweets. Not a little embarrassed, he replaced some of the sweeter treats with some more neutral looking dishes, bread, fish, vegetables…or at least what looked like vegetables. For their Revel Feast, he knew Timaeus had purposely planned all his favorite meals, but now that that was done, Yugi found himself faced with the myriad of Atlantian dishes that spoke of a culture both coastal and mountainous, and nothing like the desert.

After some stumbling, he finally settled on a little of everything, praying he'd picked at least something they'd both like. Satisfied, he started for the stairs, then stopped.

The sound was so muffled and quiet, Yugi nearly missed it. But he hadn't and so he was curious. Setting down the tray, he sneaked about the hall, empty and silent but for the muffled sound of repressed sobs.

Hunched over in the corner, one hand fisted against the wall, the lone figure wore a deep blue robe, pale blond strands fell limply over concealed, shadowed eyes.

"Are you alright?" Yugi asked taking a step closer, hand reached out in gentle reassurance.

Icy lavender eyes, red-rimmed and smoky from crying, whirled on him with a vicious snarl.

"You should not be here," Critias snapped, breaking the silence with such force, Yugi leaped back to keep from crashing into him. Those wet, wild eyes, scrutinized him harshly, taking in his disheveled hair, the over-sized robe he wore, the marks revealed through teasing bits of bare skin. Yugi quickly tugged the garment back into place, his eyes neutral.

"You don't belong here!" Critias barked a hiss. How dare he! Critias curled his fingers, his whole body shaking. How dare that foreign creature strut about as if he owned this place, how dare he come down here, wearing that as if it belonged to him, as if he belongs to him.

"He did this to humble me, I know, but I don't care if the King adores you or what spell you seduced Timaeus with, you are nothing but a distraction!"

Yugi stepped away when the man stumbled forward, fury and anguish in every step. He looked nothing like the cool and controlled man Yugi had come to dislike: his face was flushed, his blond hair disheveled, his clothes crinkled like he'd slept in them and his eyes bright with madness or drunkenness, he could not tell. But his control was slipping and Yugi saw it. This wasn't the same anger he encountered back in Kemet. Hatred was burning in his eyes, but it seemed distracted by something else Yugi did not recognize: anger, jealously, betrayal? That didn't make sense. Something wasn't right, something else was causing this. Something more than the insult of Yugi's outburst all those weeks ago.

Yugi stepped away from him. Critias wrung his hands but did not move closer. "Timaeus was meant for Cristina! It is she he was meant to marry not you! You ruined that! You ruined everything!"

Yugi's eyes narrowed. That's what it was, he might've known. Still, the man's outburst seemed too fervent and misdirected for the honor of his disgraced princess. "He did not want to marry her." Yugi said calmly. "He told me so."

"No!" Critias said to quickly. Too quickly. "You know nothing!" He stumbled forward, eyes blazing bright in the darkness. Yugi knew he should've been terrified: he wasn't. Not anymore.

"He was destined to be our King! He was our hope, our pride!" Yugi didn't like that he said was. "The King supported them, encouraged them, encouraged him! You think you were the first one to love him? To see him, know him and be smitten? No, you were not, but we stayed silent, we stayed out of the way, knowing they would become our King and Queen, knowing they would rule Atlantis and lead her to greatness, knowing he was meant for our princess above all others, even his loyalist friend who loved him most!"

Yugi's eyes widened. It was not the wildness in Critias' eyes that betrayed him, nor the way he ranted as though he was mad with love and grief: it was that he said friend, not friends.

Realization swirling about him like a weeping ghost, Yugi breathed, rather than spoke "You're in love with him."

Critias said nothing.

He did not need to.

The flicker in Critias' ultramarine eyes was all the admission Yugi needed.

Shock made Yugi drop his gaze.

Of all the past loves Timaeus had confessed to, his fellow Dragon Knight had not been one of them. No, Timaeus had only ever spoke of Critias as his friend, his comrade, his brother-in-arms. They had served together for years and yet Critias never—

Cristina. The answer struck him like fireworks.

Critias had often spoken of her and Timaeus, of their relationship, their future together and what it meant for Atlantis, demonized him for coming between them and ruining the man's true destiny. His heart ached for the Dragon Knight. How long had Critias watched Timaeus from a far, suffering in silence and keeping his feelings a secret, content to never confess in the hope of seeing him happy with someone else, for the good of the man and empire he loved—only for that plan to fall to pieces when Timaeus chose someone else. What had his silent suffering amounted to? Nothing. What had his noble, loyal sacrifice been worth? Nothing. All his silence, all his loyalty, all his misery: in vain.

"That is why you hated me." Yugi wanted to mourn for him, but knew the man deserved better than his tears. "I thought it was because of Cristina, but that was only part of it. You never got the chance to confess to him…"

"You know nothing!" Critias snapped, his face smudged and his eyes mad as he took a heavy step forward.

"No, I think, I do…" Yugi said calmly. His heart broke for the man.

"You thought he loved her, you thought you were doing what was best for him by hiding the truth of your feelings because you loved him so much, you wanted him to be happy…even if that happiness did not include you. You convinced yourself you could be content to just love him from afar, if that was the case…" Yugi steeled himself, even as tears clocked his throat. His fingers flexed then clenched. "But that wasn't what happened."

Critias' twin pools of icy lavender, bright and cold with anger, hardened with an ugly slant, attempting intimidation but with their secrets exposed and flickering, they failed miserably. Opposite them completely, Yugi's own lotus blue orbs glowed dark violet like small, shallow pools on a moonlit night: calm and quiet, but deeply sad.

"I cannot apologize for I know you don't want my pity, nor should I pity you, but I understand why, why it was easier to…blame me." Yugi looked away. "I do love him, even if you don't believe that it's true."

He said nothing else as he turned away.

Back behind the safety of the bedroom door, he leaned against the wood and expelled a heavy sigh. The clattering of silver alerted to his shaking hands. His heart hammered clear and drum-like in his ears. The confrontation had left him shaken but the rush of courage in his confession had galvanized his heart with triumph. He choked, unable to calm his breath. Each time he closed his eyes, he saw Critias' face bright with heartbreak and mad with love. Had he looked like that once? When Timaeus had broken his heart?

He shook his head banishing the thoughts. This was not his wedding night. This night, their true wedding night, this was it. They had forgiven each other, hadn't they?

He screamed when two strong arms snatched him around the waist. The tray in his hands nearly flying in his shock, but the assailant caught it and set it aside. A deep, lazy alto purred in his ear. "Now where did you disappear to?"

"Timaeus!" He snapped, relaxing and ready to scold, at once. "You—"

Timaeus mollified him with a kiss. Yugi bent back, melting in the embrace. "Timaeus," he rasped when the man pulled away, determined to speak and scold. Timaeus kissed him again. An arm sweeping under Yugi's knees and lifting him into his arm like a child. The other making quick work of the robe blocking his path.

"Timaeus," the half-hearted protest came out as a moan, the older bating his hands away when Yugi tried to pull the robe back up his shoulders. Another kiss. Another moan, another knot slipping free until the robe fell from his flesh and Yugi's arms were around Timaeus' neck. Until he was once more lying on their bed with his hands in Timaeus' hair, and his were spreading Yugi's thighs. Until Timaeus was already inside him. Making love to him. Until the only sound from Yugi's lips was a name

"Tim….Tim…TIM…"

Thrusting, shaking, burning, pulling, pushing, pounding, pulsating: until all Yugi felt was immense pleasure and a shudder of pain. His breath caught, froze, and he could not think, or move or breathe.

Stars exploded behind Yugi's eyes and he screamed "Timaeus!"

Tim's eyes shadowed with lust and love and he drove harder into his little lover, adoring the way Yugi writhed and whined beneath him. All quivering hips and trembling thighs.

With a shuddering sound they finished together and collapsed a moment later. Timaeus fished the fur blanket from the floor and eagerly rolled them up in it, then proceeded to kiss his little one's graceful neck and collar. Yugi giggled, enjoying the cuddling. His arms tightening around Timaeus' neck and his fingers played with the tangle of silken silver strands like downy feathers, like ibis wings.

"So…" Timaeus leaned up, staring lovingly and kissed his forehead. "Where did you go off to?"

"To get food," Yugi hummed contently, his stomach all but forgotten. "How long were you awake?"

"Since the moment you left the bed…" Timaeus teased, tracing the patterns of his kisses with his fingers. "I realized then how much I disliked being apart from you."

Yugi giggled, unsure if he was blushing or not, though by now he was certain his cheeks had taken a permanent, rosy hue.

"Although," his tone became serious, less relaxed. "You seemed distressed upon your return?" He rose up eyes grave. "Did something happen?"

It was an innocent question, but it still made Yugi's heart leap. "Nothing I couldn't handle."

The smoothness of relaxed lines arched into a suspicious glare. "Yugi…" his voice was hard, grating, laced with worry.

For a moment Yugi debated confessing, but Critias' secret was not his to reveal. He cupped Timaeus' face in his hands, his voice soft. "I promise," he mollified. "If it was, I would tell you."

Satisfied, but not entirely convinced, Timaeus sighed. "Alright."

Turning back to the tray, he set it between them in a fluid motion, brows and lips quirking humorously as he eyes the odd assortment of hoeur d'oeuvres and grabbed a biscuit rich with herbs and cheese. "I trust these are for me, then?"

Yugi blushed. "Well, I…thought you'd be hungry."

Timaeus sampled a bright red fruit and took a large bite, his lips pulled into a teasing smile. "Was there not a tray brought up before?"

Yugi went beat red, this time.

"Are you still hungry?" he asked offering some of the meat and fish. With as much dignity as he could muster, Yugi did so. They ate together, Yugi devouring greedily, Timaeus taking small bites.

"Do you ever eat? Yugi asked, teasingly.

Timaeus whipped his mouth and grinned. "I am eating right now?"

Yugi grimaced. "You barely eat anything." He took another bite of strange red fruit.

Timaeus snorted and poked Yugi's slender stomach. "I eat plenty, not everyone is so ravenous as you my little glutton."

"I'm not a glutton! I just enjoy food."

"Of course," A playful, mocking tone.

Yugi snorted, thinking. His gazed to the window, the setting sun. "How long have we been here?"

He stopped to think of it for a moment. "Four, maybe five days."

Days. Yugi thought with a start. Had it really been that long? "We should return to our duties soon th—ah!"

An arm snaked around his naked waist, pulling him close.

"Don't worry about that," Timaeus whispered. "Not yet."

"Your servants are going to wonder what we've been doing."

"Oh, I'm certain they are all well aware of what we have been doing."

Yugi shook away the blush that wanted to come. "You know what I meant. We cannot stay here forever."

"Says who?" A sultry response punctured by a soft, sweet kiss to Yugi's neck. He didn't try to suppress his moan. It would be easy, he thought, to stay forever like this, listening to the beery blandishments and melting into Timaeus' kisses. To stay in this room and never leave…but this man, he realized wasn't just his. He belonged to Locri, to Atlantis, to his people, to his comrades, and in a way, Yugi supposed, he belonged to Critias and Cristina as well. Only in this room was Timaeus just his. He could live with that.

With great reluctance, he gently shoved away the man's mouth, and swallowed a laugh when said mouth scrunched up in a childish pout of displeasure.

"Timaeus," Yugi mollified. "You know as much as I would love to stay here forever with you," he paused bashfully, sporting a rosy blush that only made Timaeus want to kiss him again.

"You are the Magister and I am Magistrate. We can't stay here all the time and shrink our duties," he explained adding his sweetest smile, his most pleasing eyes.

Timaeus sighed, relenting only with great reluctance. "I suppose, we cannot." He slumped in Yugi's lap childishly, though his lips were smiling. "I do confess, I have enjoyed having you all to myself. I'm not eager to share you again."

With a nod that was also a grimace Yugi agreed. "I am not eager to share you either." He leaned back against the pillows, his fingers twirling in his hair. "But we must…"

Timaeus purred under the silken touch and sighed. "Very well," he relented at last. "Then how much longer shall we take for out Redamancy?"

"Hmmm," Yugi tapped his chin. "We have been here for five days already?"

"Or four," Timaeus shrugged, sitting up.

"Then three days."

Timaeus swallowed his disappointment an agreed with a smirk tugging at his lips. "I can deny you nothing."

Yugi knew that smirk and dove beneath the covers. Timaeus just laughed and unwove Yugi's fingers from the sheets. Distracting him with a kiss, he ripped the sheets away, broke it only to admire his little one's blooming pink flesh. His fingers ran up his legs where his soft thighs quivered closed, slid them opened, pressed his hand against Yugi's back, lifting him into another kiss.

"Well then," he whispered. "If we only have three days…"

X X X

He tied the boot straps tight and stretched his toes. The leather spread loose and comfortable. He sighed. After months of armor and gauntlets, the leather felt wonderful. He reached for his other boot and grabbed only empty air.

He relaxed with a comprehensive sigh.

"You know I'm going to need that." Timaeus looked over his shoulder where Yugi sat crossed-legged on their bed, looking ethereal in a long dress of smooth, black like the Iron Lady herself. The belled-sleeves pooled over his wrists and feathery pleats teasingly concealed his legs. He wore no leggings, no boots, no jewelry: only a grin that would put even the most mischievous imps to shame. In his lap was Timaeus' missing boot.

"Oh?" Yugi cocked his head: bird-like and innocent.

Timaeus stood, dressed in a new Atlantian attire: a wide-sleeved tunic, loose leggings, and long jerkin with a gold brocade and a dyed cloak, all in stunning emerald green. With his crown of silver hair, he looked in every inch a lord of Locri—minus one boot.

"Yes."

Teasingly, Yugi slid the boot over his own, slender leg. It rose to his knee, looking comically large on him, but his smile had not lost its glitter.

"Little imp." Smirking, Timaeus slid like a serpent, but it was not Yugi's feet he attacked, but his thighs. Ceasing them both, he kneaded the soft flesh and kissed them through the fabric. Yugi's eyes fluttered closed and he held a moan in his throat. His hands moved over his thigh and slid down his leg, to his knee, his calf, slipping off the boat but Yugi did not care. Timaeus pressed a last kiss to his bare ankle and pulled away.

Yugi whined in disappointment.

"Do you have to go?" he asked unable to hide his sadness.

Timaeus paused. He slid to Yugi's side and kissed his cheek. "Oh, trust me, my sweet one, I am far more reluctant to leave your side than you are to have me gone." His words were a caress and a promise. "But you did insist we return to our duties after three days. Oh stop, pouting only looks cute on you," Timaeus chided, sweetly.

Yugo snorted again. "Do you really have to go?"

Timaeus nodded with a groan. "I'm afraid so. It is custom for the Magister of the city to accompany the Royal Family safely back to the capital when they are guests in our home. Even more so, given his blessing on our marriage. It would be an insult to them if I did not."

Yugi nodded. He knew. He understood. But it did not mean he liked it.

A calloused hand, gentle as a bird wing brushed his hair and placed a lock behind his ear. "I promise I will be gone no more than three days." He sealed the promises with a kiss to his cheek. "Take the morning to rest. I've already asked Mai and Serenity to keep you company and I'm certain Rhebekka misses you."

Yugi's eyes brightened. The next instruction he gave with more reluctance. "My only request is that you not leave the palazzo until I come back."

"What? Why?" Yugi gasped incredulously. He crawled to his knees and hissed at the stiffness in his limbs.

Timaeus swallowed a snort. "That is why."

Yugi glared at him, cheeks reddening, but said nothing.

Timaeus laid a comforting kiss on his warm cheek. "Fear not my love, I promise when I return, I'll take you on a grand tour of Locri."

Yugi pretended to ponder. His sour expression having yet to soften, but Timaeus caught the spark in his eye.

"I suppose that's fine. As long as it's only for three days."

"I doubt I could be away from you longer." Timaeus insisted and pressed a final kiss to his lips. Yugi's arms wrapped around his waist, saying nothing but the tight gesture was clear. Timaeus hesitated then returned the embrace. The comfort was small but all he could give. Reluctantly, he pulled away.

"Three days," he said. "No more."

He left without another word.

Yugi watched him go, staring at the door as though doing so would summon him back. Disappointment made itself known in his heart and he looked away.

Those last three days had passed by in a blur of bliss for Yugi. Though his limbs were stiff, his bones creaked and more than once he'd awoken with throbbing thighs, he had not cared. Time had lost all reason and the pain was such a minor, meniscal thing compared to the pleasure Timaeus' embrace brought him.

Flushed-faced and giggling, Yugi slipped from the bed and inside his sitting room, brushed his fingers over the polished stone resting on the mantle. He pulled it into his lap admiring the smooth blue stone and the intricate golden lotus.

The lid slid easily open, his treasures protected and safe. Memories, old and new buried under the more recent, romantic notions: a wooden nail and his first wedding dress. Joining them now was the sprig he'd pilfered from the gardens and a single glass bottle. He blushed studying the empty contents of Rhebekka's wedding gift and made another note to thank her. Once they were inside, he redid the lid and clutched the heavy box to his chest.

His precious memories. His secret heart. The evidence of who he was before, is now and would become. The person he shared only with Timaeus.

Redoing the lock, he slid the dowry box back in place, Timaeus' first gift, and let himself slip into sleep.

X X X

Timaeus closed the door behind him and collapsed against it. His arms dropped, his chest tightened, and a rush of sudden heat left him paralyzed.

"What…is this?" He rasped, the words coming out in heavy gasps. Lord above and below, why was it so difficult to breathe? Why was it suddenly so hot? He breathed deeply and closed his eyes, but it brought no calmness. Instead, Yugi's face came back to him—bright and beckoning. Sometimes, he was sweetly smiling, others he was wanton and waiting.

His eyes popped open and shook his head vigorously, but it did nothing to clear it head. Was this…was this the affect Yugi had on him? Never had he felt such intensity. Not even Cristina had aroused such effect on him when they had become intimate. Was this… was this love? He wondered. Or part of it?

He did not know.

All he did know was that in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to return to Yugi's arms.

"Magistrate!" a shrill voice broke his thoughts and Timaeus jumped,

"Up, Lord," Mokuba hollered, ascending the steps. "Great Leviathan, your marriage duties have made you slow!" He stopped, suddenly. Taking in the man's disheveled state, his brow etched with worry. "My lord…Timaeus...Are you…" he did not know how to ask. "Alright?

Timaeus did not know to answer. "Yes, Mokuba, forgive." He nodded and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Will Rhebekka be returning to the palazzo?"

"She been counting down the days," Mokuba sighed flamboyantly. Timaeus smiled. Three months apart and the young couple acted as though it had not been a day.

"She wants to make sure you haven't exhausted our new Magistrate into a coma before he even has a chance to rule us."

Timaeus laughed. "Ah good, I have no doubt Yugi misses her as well."

This chapter more than any other I'm so surprised about how it came out! I the original version Yugi was a lot jerkier about his realization that Critias was in love with Timaeus, but my fantastic beta Val, made some wonderful comments and got me rethinking the chapter and I think this made SO much more sense...

Originally I had no intention of making Critias this sympathetic but a conversation with a fan about a year or two ago when I'd just finished Part one, suggested it and as soon as the idea was in my head BOOM. I think Critias' reaction makes sense and I'm hoping this explains why he was so cold to Yugi in the beginning and now-Cristina isn't the only one nursing a broken heart.

The last bit I was bery happy with: Its fun to see Yugi and Tim enjoying their alone time but i always felt it would be Yugi who decided to be mature and remind them they need to return to their duties...plus I wanted to imply it was his encounter with Critias that inspired it and reminded him he hhas to share Timaeus.

Hope the "secret" was enjoyable ;)

NEXT TIME: While Timaeus is away,...Yugi will acquire his Regalia, explores his new home and makes a daring escape!