[ the mention of eternal rest causes another sharp downward tug of his lips into a deeper frown, but seto chooses to let it go, for now. there would apparently be plenty of time for seto to get his closure... or, at least, wrap his mind around the fact that this is even happening. as frustrating as it was, atem was right -- he needed information, and atem had it.
so he shoulders his own umbrella to step into the rain again, to fall in step with atem. the thrum of adrenaline (anxiety?) underneath his skin was nearly to a boiling point, but seto forced it down to focus on what atem had said.
he scoffed to himself, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. ] As if I couldn't put it back together. [ dismantling the phone would have given him answers... and whether or not he was being tracked or traced. it would be taken apart later, when he sorted through his things. ] And I don't trust anyone here.
no subject
so he shoulders his own umbrella to step into the rain again, to fall in step with atem. the thrum of adrenaline (anxiety?) underneath his skin was nearly to a boiling point, but seto forced it down to focus on what atem had said.
he scoffed to himself, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. ] As if I couldn't put it back together. [ dismantling the phone would have given him answers... and whether or not he was being tracked or traced. it would be taken apart later, when he sorted through his things. ] And I don't trust anyone here.
[ that being said... ]
Tell me what you know.