needahand: ([Seth] I'm scared to be alone...)
So I owe everyone here an apology, for the things I did when I was grown, and the things I did when I was back to normal too. Bakura, Karasu, I am sorry I scared you. Poet? I know words is no good si? Bat... I should not have done what I did. So even if you no accept, I still say it, I am sorry.

Dev and Angeal, you guys tried to talk me down, thank you. I'm sorry I was cruel.

Most of all, sorry to Mika, and Mika... You know why I am sorry.

If anybody need me, I am in Doctor Muraki's room for a while to recover injury. So, si... This is all I 'ave to say.
needahand: ([Seth] Can you tell which one I am?)
[event] [Seth's video feed switches on to show him from his feet first. There are expensive shoes, shined brilliantly. The camera moves up his body and follows the lines of an expensive black Italian suit, beautifully tailored to fit him, with a tie of deepest red.

In his left hand there is a cigarette burning absently, and with his right he is tidying the mess of his hair. His eyes are narrowed and confident, his grin wide and far less childlike than usual.

Behind him, coming from his back and neck, several arms and hands of bloodshot red are writhing gently like hypnotised snakes.


[The boy winks toward the camera, not so much a boy any more.]

Hey, cowboys.

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