That's one thing they have in common. Nothing softens Seto up quite like the thought of his dear brother. He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a letter in Mokuba's handwriting.

"I promised him I'd do better. And he loved you...the group of us in my world weren't as resourceful as Zahra. We weren't able to save you, and it really hurt him."

Oh god, why is he saying this. He lapses into silence for a moment before he continues.

"I tried to push past it and move on, but...I've had time to think, Noa, and we're not that different. We weren't in any position to be friends back then, but with the past behind us..."

He takes a breath. "Can we try this again?"