[ Part of him wonders if the hectic pace is something typical of Yugi and his life, or if it's only that way because of his presence. It might seem like a reaching conclusion, but he's begun to wonder if he's just naturally drawn towards challenges and fights, and if his inclination for those things has just gotten Yugi swept up in it as well.
Of course, he knows that Yugi insists he wouldn't change any of this for anything, but he still can't help but wonder if he wants a life that's a little quieter, less fast-paced.
But for the moment, he's in no hurry to rush this time with just himself and his partner. The moments they have together are rare and hard to come by, so he intends to enjoy this one for as long as they can make it last. Or for as long as Yugi wants it to continue.
And as he listens to Yugi laying his thoughts out there, he wonders if perhaps he blames himself for his grandfather not going to the funeral or for not speaking more about his past. Somehow, he doubts that is the case. He can hardly claim to know Yugi's grandfather well at all, but he doesn't seem like the kind of man who would just lay blame or hold resentment for anything like that. Still, he views Solomon Muto as someone who operates with the best interests of others in mind, putting them before himself, so in that way, he wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that he prioritized taking care of Yugi over even something like a funeral. ]
I don't think it's your fault, Yugi. I believe that your grandfather knew what he was doing, and when he made his decisions, it was after much thought and deliberation. Besides, could it be possible that he kept up communication with those friends?
[ It seems more than possible to him, what with all these new modern ways of reaching out to other people. ]
Cleopatra. [ He says that name slowly, as if testing the pronunciation and to see if any memories associated with it surface. Nothing comes, of course, but he honestly didn't really expect that it would. While Yugi continues looking, he watches the screen closely, noting the images with interest. ]
I wish that I knew what the name of the capital city was when I was there.
[ These names sound like ones that he should know, but try as he might to remember, nothing is coming to him. He peers closer at the statue of Cleopatra, wondering what her life and her reign was like, and what brought it to an end.
A ripple of frustration runs through him, because he can see these names and these facts, but none of it means anything to him or jogs his memory, but he tries to keep that pushed down. Yugi is trying to help, and he doesn't want him to think it isn't enough. ]
So it would seem. I have to admit, I wouldn't know where to begin with something like that either.
Of course, he knows that Yugi insists he wouldn't change any of this for anything, but he still can't help but wonder if he wants a life that's a little quieter, less fast-paced.
But for the moment, he's in no hurry to rush this time with just himself and his partner. The moments they have together are rare and hard to come by, so he intends to enjoy this one for as long as they can make it last. Or for as long as Yugi wants it to continue.
And as he listens to Yugi laying his thoughts out there, he wonders if perhaps he blames himself for his grandfather not going to the funeral or for not speaking more about his past. Somehow, he doubts that is the case. He can hardly claim to know Yugi's grandfather well at all, but he doesn't seem like the kind of man who would just lay blame or hold resentment for anything like that. Still, he views Solomon Muto as someone who operates with the best interests of others in mind, putting them before himself, so in that way, he wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that he prioritized taking care of Yugi over even something like a funeral. ]
I don't think it's your fault, Yugi. I believe that your grandfather knew what he was doing, and when he made his decisions, it was after much thought and deliberation. Besides, could it be possible that he kept up communication with those friends?
[ It seems more than possible to him, what with all these new modern ways of reaching out to other people. ]
Cleopatra. [ He says that name slowly, as if testing the pronunciation and to see if any memories associated with it surface. Nothing comes, of course, but he honestly didn't really expect that it would. While Yugi continues looking, he watches the screen closely, noting the images with interest. ]
I wish that I knew what the name of the capital city was when I was there.
[ These names sound like ones that he should know, but try as he might to remember, nothing is coming to him. He peers closer at the statue of Cleopatra, wondering what her life and her reign was like, and what brought it to an end.
A ripple of frustration runs through him, because he can see these names and these facts, but none of it means anything to him or jogs his memory, but he tries to keep that pushed down. Yugi is trying to help, and he doesn't want him to think it isn't enough. ]
Does it say anything more about her life?