[Atem wouldn't necessarily call it a prison, but Seto wasn't entirely wrong, either. After all, what else would one call it when being kept in a place unwillingly? The only difference was that it seemed like the people here had no way to actually pick and choose, it just happened at random. And with the world so unbalanced, Atem couldn't blame them for seeking desperate measures.

He didn't like it, but Atem couldn't really find it in himself to truly be angry over it. Even if he was, what could he do about it? Not even the Millennium Puzzle could solve this. So, he merely shrugged his shoulders and then gestured for Kaiba to follow him. Better to get out of this rain.]

Well, what else can I do? I may be Pharaoh, but I am not all powerful. As much as I would like to finally have my eternal rest, it seems I will have to wait a little longer once more.

[He already waited three thousand years, what was a little more?]

Come. Let's get out of this rain. I can try and fill you in on what I have learned, although I am also somewhat newly arrived so my information may not be so vast. The phone you tried to dismantle would be a boon for you, there are many others who have been here for much longer than I.