Kaiba reaches over to idly stroke Selene's head. The little Eevee is soft and cozy...it grounds him. And the more he's talked, the more he's felt strangely light. He knows he's carried a burden all this time, but...this strange world is a chance to live the way he chooses.
He doesn't seem to mind the supportive touch, as evidenced by the little smile on his face. It's strange to admit to himself, but he trusts Marik. They're a team. He does reach for Marik's hand...but instead of pulling it away, he grasps it.
"We were dealt bad hands, but a duelist always has tools. You have a strong team...and you have me. Don't impose limits on yourself."
He squeezes Marik's hand warmly before dropping it.
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He doesn't seem to mind the supportive touch, as evidenced by the little smile on his face. It's strange to admit to himself, but he trusts Marik. They're a team. He does reach for Marik's hand...but instead of pulling it away, he grasps it.
"We were dealt bad hands, but a duelist always has tools. You have a strong team...and you have me. Don't impose limits on yourself."
He squeezes Marik's hand warmly before dropping it.