[Well, Kaiba looks like he's just seen a ghost. And not the kind that uses clichéd catchphrases either. But he had a feeling he'd better not mention it. Kaiba didn't seem the type to handle knocks to his pride easily. Noticing his own deck set out on the table, he picks it up, flicking through it to make sure it's all there before tucking it back into his pocket. His arm aches vaguely as if in memory of the time when he'd first woken up to find that thing on it. What the hell was his other self up to?
He was already imagining his next letter to his sister. Dear Amane, it would begin, How's school? I just ended up in a new one myself, though not exactly by choice. I'm starting to wonder if everyone I meet here is going to be crazy.
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He was already imagining his next letter to his sister. Dear Amane, it would begin, How's school? I just ended up in a new one myself, though not exactly by choice. I'm starting to wonder if everyone I meet here is going to be crazy.
After a moment, he ventures a comment.]
I'm... not sure where it came from.