The mention of Mokuba dims the fires in Zahra's eyes for a few seconds, taking them back to a quieter time. When it was just all their friends in a basement, playing games, laughing, having fun.

But the blaze returns brighter than before, and they snarl like a wild animal. If Kaiba looks closely, beyond the hatred and fury, he'll see genuine hurt. Disappointment, almost like how the Pharaoh looked at him when he went too far. Regret.

Zahra is well aware that they're going too far. All of their stored anger outweighs that urge to back down, to stop. "I gave you so many fucking chances, you know. To get it through your thick skull that he's gone, and there's nothing you could do to change that. That I'm me, whether you like it or not. Because he believed that you could be better. But after you betrayed my—our trust like that... I think you're rotten to the core, Kaiba."

Their eyes rake him up and down, coldly appraising him. Zahra can't nail down a precise time, but that look in his eyes... he knows the Pharaoh is gone, so he must come from after Doma. "This is a new world, though. So I'll give you one more chance.

"Say. My. Fucking. Name."

(A comedy of errors.)