[ If Light is the image of cold, precise calculation wielded with absolute precision, Seto is raw, unbridled passion, forcibly honed and and tempered into a force that when unleashed, would take the world down with him.

He's not afraid to admit that it's led to some questionable decisions in his lifetime, although he's always tried to play it to best suit his own needs and purposes.

He knows exactly what Light is talking about, and he's also aware that there is no point in hiding, now that they've committed to this alliance with the Hunters.

Light has already implied that he's familiar with the supernatural, after all. ]

You're referring to my... episode. [ WELL THAT'S ONE WAY OF PUTTING IT. ] How I declared that I refused to let myself be used as a ritual sacrifice.

[ He's going to sigh here, lift his hands to rub at his temples. They're not pleasant memories. ]

I assure you I'm speaking from experience that having your soul harvested for the purposes of a resurrection ritual is less than a pleasant experience.

[ It's quiet, serious. There's no trace of sarcasm, none of his usual condescending tone. ]

I refuse to entertain whatever entity deigns to determine what they can do with me.