Kaiba was perfectly content to sip his tea and remain lost in his own bitter thought spiral for the duration of the journey, but a silhouette he knew too well caught his eye. Yugi.

No...his voice and the look in his eyes were different. This was the pharaoh. The same pharaoh they'd seen off a year ago. It shouldn't have been possible, but then the same was true of all of today's events.

"It's never too early to recognize a waste of my time for what it is," he groused, though his conviction wasn't as sincere as it had been a moment ago. Not that he'd ever acknowledge such a change of heart, of course.

"Don't you ever get tired of all of this magic getting in the way?"