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Seventh Roll: February 7th, Evening. [Text]

I think Vash was sent back. I haven't seen him since Friday night, and his things are gone.

[[a small laugh]] Aaa-- no, no, that was just his name. His first name no less... American. [[because that explains everything]]

[His name. Wow.

He grimaces around his cigarette.]

Wow, way to punish your kid right from the beginning. Can you imagine it, walking up to somebody and saying "Hi, my name is winged horse"?

[[covers a small laugh]] It sort of went with his personality. He was pretty flamboyant.

Did he neigh?

[[covers another laugh]] Only at the end of his sentences!

[He laughs as well.]

Damn, your world sounds like the craziest place I've ever heard about!

Most of the time it's pretty normal! It's just around tournaments that it all gets a bit weird.

Tournaments? Like sport?

Not a sport, but for a game, un. Duel Monsters, specifically.

Games with monster duels. Uh-huh. [doesn't even pretend he gets it. why are games this dangerous?]

[[He wishes he knew that too. Games were for fun, not death matches!]]

Not real ones. [[Most of the time...]] It's a card battle game. I have my deck here, back at the apartment if you really want to see.

Sure, why not? But why are they getting hurt if it's just card games..?

It's everything that happens around them. People use the game for their own end, sometimes....

I said it before and I'll say it again: your world sounds weird.

[He sighs.]

... tho I guess that cards are still way better than what they're doing here with their 'souls'.

[[He's quiet a moment, putting his hand to his chest]] I still wish there were a better way... [[says very softly]] Even though it's not the same... even knowing that if they aren't dealt with, they'll just continue hurting everyone... [[trails off unhappily]] It'd be better if we could just send them on to the afterlife, instead.

Yeah. [He pulls a face and puts his cigarette out in the ashtray on the table.] Or even better, they could find a way to prevent or cure it. What the hell is all this killin' gonna bring if they can get their numbers back up in no time?

I don't know... [[admits quietly, looking down at his hands]] But it's all we can do right now to protect everyone...

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[He balls his fist.]

Maybe, but I still don't like it. It's wrong.

...it really bothers you that much...?

[He sighs and runs a hand over his face.]

I hate it. [his voice is very small when he admits to this. Not liking violence means that something is very wrong with you if you are a Half.]

[[is quiet a moment before again reaching out to take Leo's hand, wishing he knew the right thing to say.]]

I'm sorry...

[He stares at their hands - his in Bakura's - and doesn't know what to say.]

Don't be. ..thanks.

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