[ He's aware of that. But even speculation, backed by whatever scant evidence he's scrounged up, is as good as any.
But even the rational side of him has been drowned out. There's a hollow thundering in his ears as Seto freezes, the colour draining out of his features. He'd started this conversation believing that he had the upper hand, that he could wrangle some sort of information about the Dark Room from Rachel.
He's seeing a side of Rachel Claudius that he has no idea ever existed - something that's way too familiar, something that cuts way too close for comfort.
(Seto Kaiba was still alive for three reasons only - pure, unrelenting spite, defeating his rival, and making sure that Mokuba was taken care of, no matter what the circumstances.)
He understands Rachel. He would die here, and willingly, if he could guarantee Mokuba's happiness.
He laughs, softly, bitterly, as he picks up his drink and knocks back the remainder of the alcohol, ignoring how it burns down his throat. Is this what Craftly means by incentives? Damn bastard. ]
Forgive me for saying so, but you're a fool. [ His hands are still shaking, a crack in his exterior. Rachel just needs to chip at it. ] This is a battle royale till only three survivors are left - the children you would be looking out for will most likely end up dead, regardless.
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But even the rational side of him has been drowned out. There's a hollow thundering in his ears as Seto freezes, the colour draining out of his features. He'd started this conversation believing that he had the upper hand, that he could wrangle some sort of information about the Dark Room from Rachel.
He's seeing a side of Rachel Claudius that he has no idea ever existed - something that's way too familiar, something that cuts way too close for comfort.
(Seto Kaiba was still alive for three reasons only - pure, unrelenting spite, defeating his rival, and making sure that Mokuba was taken care of, no matter what the circumstances.)
He understands Rachel. He would die here, and willingly, if he could guarantee Mokuba's happiness.
He laughs, softly, bitterly, as he picks up his drink and knocks back the remainder of the alcohol, ignoring how it burns down his throat. Is this what Craftly means by incentives? Damn bastard. ]
Forgive me for saying so, but you're a fool. [ His hands are still shaking, a crack in his exterior. Rachel just needs to chip at it. ] This is a battle royale till only three survivors are left - the children you would be looking out for will most likely end up dead, regardless.
[ It's not as venomous as it should be. ]