![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
WEEK 1 - SUNDAY / LIGHT (afternoon, post-execution, laundry room)
[ This... isn't really the best place to have a conversation. Even though Seto knows that the lounge is relatively quiet, there's still a risk of being overheard.
There's still a risk of getting caught.
They've sidestepped each other enough, and two people have died. One of them executed.
It's not like their hands are clean - he'd voted for Hana, damned her to that fate. He actually finds that he feels sympathy for Light, however little it may be. That execution was torture for torture's sake.
Seto Kaiba looks calm. Underneath the surface, he's anything but. He laughs. It sounds more like a cry of pain. ]
... I'm sorry you were forced to do it.
[ He'd thrown his dice for Kaito, actually, since Kaito had led the investigation.
Seto's not usually the one to lay his cards bare on the table, show his hand before he's collected all the winning cards. But if Seto wants to get out alive, he's going to make sure that he's allied with the right people.
There are forty people left in this place. Light Yagami is as good an ally as any. Seto's fairly certain that he knows the stakes for this game now that he's been forced to participate in it. ]
I don't like you very much. I don't trust you, either, but we both have a vested interest in wanting to get out of this place alive.
[ His gaze will flare, blazing and feverish, he'll give Light a swift and searching look. ]
No more lies. Today isn't the first time you've killed.
[ It's said with the conviction that he knows what it's like to have killed. ]
There's still a risk of getting caught.
They've sidestepped each other enough, and two people have died. One of them executed.
It's not like their hands are clean - he'd voted for Hana, damned her to that fate. He actually finds that he feels sympathy for Light, however little it may be. That execution was torture for torture's sake.
Seto Kaiba looks calm. Underneath the surface, he's anything but. He laughs. It sounds more like a cry of pain. ]
... I'm sorry you were forced to do it.
[ He'd thrown his dice for Kaito, actually, since Kaito had led the investigation.
Seto's not usually the one to lay his cards bare on the table, show his hand before he's collected all the winning cards. But if Seto wants to get out alive, he's going to make sure that he's allied with the right people.
There are forty people left in this place. Light Yagami is as good an ally as any. Seto's fairly certain that he knows the stakes for this game now that he's been forced to participate in it. ]
I don't like you very much. I don't trust you, either, but we both have a vested interest in wanting to get out of this place alive.
[ His gaze will flare, blazing and feverish, he'll give Light a swift and searching look. ]
No more lies. Today isn't the first time you've killed.
[ It's said with the conviction that he knows what it's like to have killed. ]
FOREVER LATER
[He lets those words hang in the air, so sharp and precarious that they might as well be the blade of a guillotine.]
That being said, I won't stab you in the back unless you give me a reason to. Alliances are useful to me; they're tools to be used here for the sake of survival. You have enough sense, I hope, to realize this as well.
[Kaiba's smart. Prone to something close to anger, he thinks, but smart. Surely he wouldn't discard an alliance without good reason, and as long as they remain useful to reach other, betrayal might not be something they'd have to worry about for the time being.
A precarious sort of... trust. Even though the amount of it is laughable at best, between the two of them. But an understanding isn't out of the realm of possibility.]