Yes.

[Atem likes the roof. It's a good place to talk...an unseasonably warm wind is blowing over his face, playing through his hair.

Yugi's hair, technically. This body's not his, it's borrowed, even if the borrowing is permanent....

....and he's taken pretty shitty care of it.]

I want to be left alone, too....and, I'm afraid, nothing's protecting me the way I am now. My monster powers aren't enough...

[Atem rubs his neck, where the silver needle had caught it. It's not just that, either...there was Faramir, impaling him on sight.]

...and my reputation isn't, either! What were those traps even for, if they didn't deter other monsters from doing things like Fabius did?

[Mentioning it obliquely is safe. He keeps the tremor out of his voice with an iron grip, but there's emotion: what was it all for? The people I used the traps on, what did they suffer like that for, if it didn't even work...?]

I have to take a different approach.

[Good....news? He's retiring the torture part of the torture basement? One or two hell-game machines could always come out of retirement, of course. But the dust covers he put down in December are staying on, for now.

Bad news, he's throwing in with the Fog.]