This one … kinda just goes into my personal headcanon about Seto's future.
I've spoken before on how I don't really think he's much of a workaholic. I don't think Seto likes his job very much, and he only does it as a matter of course. We only ever see him doing his job … what, twice, in the entire story?
He goes out of his way to not do it, actually.
Which, I mean, I don't think I can blame him.
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The thing that always struck Kisara, when she considered Seto Kaiba not just as a person, but as a symbol, was how dedicated he was to his vision for the world. It made her joyful and furious in equal measure, when she thought about the people who called him a tyrant or accused him of trying to take over the world. She knew better than most that, if Seto wanted to be a tyrant, if he wanted to take over anything, he would have been a thousand times worse than he was.
So much of Seto's energy, and money, went to caring for the people of his city. The entirety of Saint Claire County was better for the projects he'd started in it and Domino City was, in its own way, a shining example of what a metropolis could be.
What world would they live in, Kisara wondered, if Seto got what he actually wanted out of his life? She thought it would be a much better world than they currently lived in. She also thought that it wouldn't take too much longer before Seto decided he was fully and forever done with the limits placed upon him as a citizen; on that day, he would completely divest himself from Kaiba-Corp, hand the reins over to someone else, and start a new career in politics.
Seto hadn't ever said anything about political aspirations, not in so many words, but Kisara had spent her life around the politically minded. Her father had already asked her whether Seto would one day stand behind a podium. He had the heart for it, the mind for it, the training for it. Kisara thought the world would also be a better place if Seto managed to step inside the arena of policy and use his gravitas and charisma, his sharp wit and sharper tongue, to influence the laws of his home directly rather than on the sidelines as a donor.
Seto talked about retiring as soon as he could from his position at the head of Kaiba-Corp. He didn't know when that would be—it depended entirely on the people he hired to keep around him, and whether he could trust them to uphold his vision for the company—but he certainly didn't intend to spend the rest of his life there. Seto intended to dedicate his life to find his meaning, not the meaning pressed upon him by the man who'd deigned to call himself a father.
Kisara didn't know if politics were in the future for Seto Kaiba.
But whenever she heard him give a speech—to his employees, or to the public, or to his brothers—she pictured him in front of a crowd of people, with flags and banners and pins, hanging on his every word, ready to march with him into a better future.
It was one of the most natural things she'd ever imagined.
Kisara wondered if she would be standing there with him. She thought it would be enough to see him in his element from the sidelines. Standing on stage with him, under all those lights, brought to mind the image of flying too close to the sun.
Then again, Kisara St. Vincent was a dragon.
Her wings weren't made of wax.