"No," Keith agreed. "I need time to rest as well." He didn't seem to consider recreation a particular need, though.
He paused at Bakura's other comment, though. No one back home will ever find out...
For a moment, he looked distant, maybe even a little lost. The marks of premature age on him (no grey hair, but a few too many lines around his eyes, perhaps) softened a little.
The idea that he was somewhere truly cut off from the system of his world, and could do as he pleased...
No, it couldn't be countenanced. He dismissed it. If he remembered this place, he'd report on it to Grandmother when he returned. If he didn't, she'd see it in his thoughts somehow all the same.
"There's no point in saying that," he finally replied, the distant mask returning to his face. "I still know." Therefore, Grandmother would too. Even here, he had no choice but to follow her wishes and represent the system. That was what he was born for.
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He paused at Bakura's other comment, though. No one back home will ever find out...
For a moment, he looked distant, maybe even a little lost. The marks of premature age on him (no grey hair, but a few too many lines around his eyes, perhaps) softened a little.
The idea that he was somewhere truly cut off from the system of his world, and could do as he pleased...
No, it couldn't be countenanced. He dismissed it. If he remembered this place, he'd report on it to Grandmother when he returned. If he didn't, she'd see it in his thoughts somehow all the same.
"There's no point in saying that," he finally replied, the distant mask returning to his face. "I still know." Therefore, Grandmother would too. Even here, he had no choice but to follow her wishes and represent the system. That was what he was born for.