It takes a second. A second of old gang habits setting his face into a frown, a frown that didn't go deep but all the while spoke of a willingness to start throwing down. Two seconds. Three.

Four...

He holds the look, but ultimately settles for clenching his fists at his sides.

"Yeah, they died. Jus' b'fore Noa pulled 's all in- so we didn' find out 'till we made it. Damn near killed Ryuzaki while he w's at it too..." The expression twists as he looks down, shaking at the memory. "...Sav'd all 'f us from th' bastard...

"...But he'd agreed t' duel. T' avoid most of us f'r the tournamen'. ...'f we turned around, it'd be agreement over, an' we'd probably die. S...Kaiba didn' wanna risk tha'. Yeah, wouldn' say it until shit got bad but... ....I think sh...he didn' want most 'f us there. Already knew it was gonna get bad. Then it started goin' worse an..."

He sighs- and an odd look enters his eyes. "...hey. When you duel... ....what do y' see?"