Kaiba isn't the only one not sure how to handle the conversation. Marik's already mentally berating himself for opening up but if he can't be honest with the one person he's come to consider and trust as an ally and friend, who can he open up to?
He looks over at all of his pokémon, seeing how happy they all are. Waking up here was his second chance at life, right? That's what he'd considered it at least. No strings attached, no need to worry about his past sins. At least not terribly since no one else was from his time. He's been trying to bury everything he once was before this world but since Kaiba arrived, the blonde has been second guessing himself. Marik isn't normal, has never been normal, and will never be just a normal teen. He's gone through too much, learned what he needed to to become successful in life albeit in rather illegal manners. He takes what he wants and doesn't let others slow him down. Perhaps that's why he and Kaiba get along as well as they do here. He needs to find a good balance. To be tenacious in his own goals and motivations but be mindful and caring to his team and companion. It's frustrating it's taken him this long to see and that he needed someone else to point it out in the first place.
But that's just it, isn't it? What he really needs is guidance in life. To know that he's on the right track. That he's doing alright even when he gets upset at his own progress. It's a bit embarrassing he's getting that from Kaiba in some regard as the other teen has already helped raise his little brother. Marik doesn't want to be a burden. Maybe that's exactly what they both need though.
He shakes his head, looking over at Chenzira for a moment, this small, perfectly loving creature that pacifies the dark thoughts in his mind. That depends on him and wants to see him happy. All of them do. The Egyptian huffs and purses his lips, trying to deflate his ego and a bit of his stubborn pride before he decides to speak.
"... You're right. I'm sorry you have to keep giving me ego boosts because I'm... so damn lost on what to do with myself when the answer's right in front of me. Today should be about you. You beat your first gym! You absolutely crushed it. And now here I am, making it all about myself."
He clicks his tongue in annoyance then looks to Kaiba.
"I'll put my drama king act on hold. We should be celebrating. Drinking saké or something." Fitting of the underage teen dressed like a punk to suggest such a thing. "If you're buying dinner then I'm grabbing us another night at the inn. Got it?... We can talk about my sarcophagus-sized basket of issues later or something."
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He looks over at all of his pokémon, seeing how happy they all are. Waking up here was his second chance at life, right? That's what he'd considered it at least. No strings attached, no need to worry about his past sins. At least not terribly since no one else was from his time. He's been trying to bury everything he once was before this world but since Kaiba arrived, the blonde has been second guessing himself. Marik isn't normal, has never been normal, and will never be just a normal teen. He's gone through too much, learned what he needed to to become successful in life albeit in rather illegal manners. He takes what he wants and doesn't let others slow him down. Perhaps that's why he and Kaiba get along as well as they do here. He needs to find a good balance. To be tenacious in his own goals and motivations but be mindful and caring to his team and companion. It's frustrating it's taken him this long to see and that he needed someone else to point it out in the first place.
But that's just it, isn't it? What he really needs is guidance in life. To know that he's on the right track. That he's doing alright even when he gets upset at his own progress. It's a bit embarrassing he's getting that from Kaiba in some regard as the other teen has already helped raise his little brother. Marik doesn't want to be a burden. Maybe that's exactly what they both need though.
He shakes his head, looking over at Chenzira for a moment, this small, perfectly loving creature that pacifies the dark thoughts in his mind. That depends on him and wants to see him happy. All of them do. The Egyptian huffs and purses his lips, trying to deflate his ego and a bit of his stubborn pride before he decides to speak.
"... You're right. I'm sorry you have to keep giving me ego boosts because I'm... so damn lost on what to do with myself when the answer's right in front of me. Today should be about you. You beat your first gym! You absolutely crushed it. And now here I am, making it all about myself."
He clicks his tongue in annoyance then looks to Kaiba.
"I'll put my drama king act on hold. We should be celebrating. Drinking saké or something." Fitting of the underage teen dressed like a punk to suggest such a thing. "If you're buying dinner then I'm grabbing us another night at the inn. Got it?... We can talk about my sarcophagus-sized basket of issues later or something."
Or never. That works too.