[ ...Shit. The Pharaoh's going to duel the Fog with their freedom on the line and he doesn't just have snair, he has mood snair? Marik had been counting on that man's poker face! Curse you, adorable little snakes!

...Maybe they don't know how to duel?

But anyway. Ryou. Marik nods. ]

He's overdue for something good to happen to him. I know....I haven't been that something. Ever.

[ This is not something he wanted to talk about with the Pharaoh so he is very glad he can address it in passing, on the way to a greater goal. ]

If he had someone making him happy, every day - that can't erase the pain. But, like you said. It's better to not be alone.

[ As he closes Ra's book, he gives it the slightest, subtlest caress. ]