Zahra's fists, on the other hand, and clenched tight. Their knuckles are white as they stare Katsuya down, the rage radiating off them in waves contrasting sharply with their easy friendliness earlier.

They stay like that for a few moments, filled with bottomless wrath. Then... then. They force themself to take a deep breath. Once. Twice. Three times. Their fists unclench, and they turn away.

Now, more than anything else, they seem tired. "I... I can't believe that any Kaiba Seto out there wouldn't do the exact same thing to me—us—if he was put in the same situation. But..." Another deep breath, this one more akin to a sigh. "I trust you, Katsuya. And if you really, genuinely believe that yours is better... I guess I have to trust that you know what you're talking about. Because you're my friend, and no matter how much I hate my Kaiba with every fiber of my being, you're worth more than all that darkness combined."