Zahra solemnly watches Kaiba as he deliberates over the cards, eyes sharp and discerning. Their Kaiba would never have been able to bring himself to destroy his precious dragons, even if they weren't technically his. Hell, he'd probably rant and rave about the audacity if they even asked. There was no way that this one would either, no matter how sorry he-

Rip.

The cardboard lays on the seafoam-damp grass, and Zahra doesn't break their gaze with Kaiba for a moment. A minute passes as they look into his soul (metaphorically, not literally). Then, they sigh, the harshness in their eyes halfway fading to something that almost looks like exhaustion.

"...alright." Not entirely certain what to say, Zahra turns and starts to walk away. Then their hand leaps to the puzzle, and they pause. "He's wants me to tell you that he's proud of you." Pause. "Noa, I mean. And... him, too. I guess."