Game design? [Sounding significantly intrigued by the topic. Even if there were more pressing issues, Atem was ever the gaming enthusiast.] Enlisting in the support of your friends couldn't hurt either.. [Friends of which tended to have cash flow problems themselves. Alas.] Have you told any of them about your project? [The thought being that maybe between them they could at least cobble together enough raw materials to make a prototype of some kind, also he hadn't considered what sort of advanced technology might be involved in this game.]

[If only Atem could donate to the cause himself. He was literally surrounded by gold as he stood there talking to his other self, but it wasn't as if any of it could be transferred to the living realm. It was debatable just how real everything in the afterlife was. Sure, it had a mass and a weight, and he could feel the coolness of it and the texture but was that purely based on the fact that Atem knew it should have such things?

The trip back is mercifully uneventful, and soon buildings arise before them as they near the city complex. Slowing the horse to a trot to prevent mowing anyone down on accident that leaves them up to the surprised gasps, and ooohs and ahhs of the peasantry. This time, they can see Yugi, and seeing the two very similar looking boys together is bizarre for onlookers.]

Heh, sorry about this.. I knew I should have taken the other route... [.. but this way was generally quicker, a straight shot at the palace. That other possibility is one Atem refuses to entertain. If Yugi died, surely he wouldn't end up here. Then in a louder voice] Excuse us! Coming through! [ Normally he'd not be so abrupt with these people, but it couldn't be helped today. Making it too the palace gates, he hopped off the horse, handing the reigns to a guard, then he started to offer a hand to Yugi when he paused and tilted his head to the side a slightly mischievous grin on his features]

You know... if I leave you up there, at least I'd know where you were at all times.