"Mokuba..."

He can't see the joy he'd surely recognize even on the aged face. He can only see the weathered hands, the gentle grip...and be reminded of just how long he's abandoned his brother. With a clearer head he'd be able to admire the guardian dragon, but here...he squeezes his eyes shut tight, forcing himself to breathe.

It's a good minute before he calms down enough to say, tightly: "...of course he was happy. You were a cute kid, I guess."