Other people may lose the half-syllables mumbled in Katsuya's ramble, think that they're a result of his mangled half-bumpkin half-big city accent, but after spending every day for a year straight in close proximity with a version of him, Zahra has gotten very good at sifting through the verbal detritus.

So unfortunately for Katsuya, the light of understanding flickers on behind Zahra's eyes, and their expression softens marginally. "I... I think I get it. I don't think he," there's a special emphasis placed on that word, "would take too kindly to how my Kaiba treated me back home either."

whoopsy daisy jou,