[Was that really Bakura? Something was different about him. Nonetheless, he came here for a reason--the same reason, actually--and wasn't going to let Bakura keep him from it.]

I'm not going to humour hypotheticals. They're a waste of my time. [Kaiba walks over to the aisles, eyes grazing the letters and dewy decimals engraved into the side of each bookcase. Where to start...?]