[ If Atem knew that Yugi was feeling that way, he'd insist that they shift the focus away from himself and back to Yugi. This is his house, his kitchen, and the rest of them are more or less guests there. Never mind that Atem's been Yugi's constant shadow for a long time now, but he never wants his friend to feel as though he doesn't belong, whether in a conversation or in anything else.

Knowing that Lunafreya can't see him, he turns to look her direction anyway. This must feel odd to her, speaking to someone that she can't even see, but he supposes she's seen odder things before. ]

If only I had half of his certainty. Neither Yugi or I know where to begin, except that we must participate in this tournament. [ And even then, that isn't really much of a signpost directing them where to go or what to do. ]

We can't even know that this is truly what we're meant to be doing. [ Oh, they've had some experiences that pointed them to this tournament, and of course, part of him still believes that it may be their destiny to do this, but it's difficult knowing that they won't know how everything fits until it happens. In that sense, Atem really does like to have everything laid out in front of him and arranged, thus eliminating some of the guessing.

This feels more like dominoes falling, and none of them know which way the pieces will fall. ]

It seems that at every turn, something else unexpected turns up. [ But even as he says that, he offers the Magician a fond sort of smile. He's in his deck for a reason, and there's no shaking the fond sort of familiarity he has for the magic user. If it's possible for them to learn how to communicate, then he'll put every effort into making that happen. ]