[ He doesn't apologise for the quip. Seto's got more important things to consider. The idea of trauma isn't difficult, the concept of regret after hearing what Light and Yukina both have to offer, . An image springs to mind almost immediately - a flash of gold beneath silver hair, a blank playing card, that split second moment of complete, unrelenting despair (acceptance, for failing) before his consciousness is swallowed up by unrelenting darkness, vacant blue eyes and a lifeless body dragged away--
Seto flinches, forces himself to stop thinking, and lets out a sound that he approximates to be bitter laughter. (It doesn't sound anything like it.) God fucking damn it. He supposes the memory of being unable to save Mokuba is traumatic enough to feed the night terrors, if he weren't immune to them.
He nods.
As far as night terrors go, this is something that he can still fake. Might as well slip into the role right now if he can, right? ]
I can work with that.
[ There's a forced, eerie sense of calm over his features. He folds his arms across his chest.
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Seto flinches, forces himself to stop thinking, and lets out a sound that he approximates to be bitter laughter. (It doesn't sound anything like it.) God fucking damn it. He supposes the memory of being unable to save Mokuba is traumatic enough to feed the night terrors, if he weren't immune to them.
He nods.
As far as night terrors go, this is something that he can still fake. Might as well slip into the role right now if he can, right? ]
I can work with that.
[ There's a forced, eerie sense of calm over his features. He folds his arms across his chest.
Someone, please change the topic? ]