"You're fine. That saves me time explaining stuff that you either don't believe in and-or already know. I'm sure my sister did a great job of convincing you."

That last line said with sarcasm so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"So you know because of said connection to the Pharaoh that you're pretty much damned to extra baggage whether you want it or not. Even without the recycled soul, the moment you got involved in Yugi's life, you wouldn't be able to escape his influence. A nasty little side effect of the Millennium Item users and anyone they remain close to."

Marik reaches over his shoulder to run his hands over the scars on his back.

"The Ishtar family have been tasked with taking care of and guarding the Pharaoh's tomb and secret since his death... Because of him, I didn't have a life of my own until I betrayed our family and left."

The blonde averts his gaze, looking down at his bed and staring through it. How much does he tell him? Should it just be a cursory explanation? It's probably best not to admit every sin he's committed right off the bat.

"In hindsight I probably should have stayed with my sister. Her business was and is far more successful and safe than my own. But I was so angry, so bitter... I wanted to do whatever I could just because, you know? To make it my life. Not some useless, enslaved tomb keeper..." He sighs. "... The taste of freedom and power went to my head."

Marik pauses for now in case Kaiba wishes to interject any before he continues.