Whatever. That wasn't an invitation either, so I guess you're stuck with him. [It was evident that he didn't appreciate the comparison, but he endured it] Why doesn't that surprise me. I never inquired as to what he was smoking... [Getting in another dig against Watanuki] At least it's a roof over your head. [That much he would allow, and honestly he was glad that she wasn't sticking to living in that dilapidated shack]
[Accepting her admission of living in hell was in glaring contradiction with his denouncement of supernatural entities from only moments prior. The hypocrisy didn't seem to bother him in the slightest]
Years?! [Exclaiming that far louder than he intended, it seemed to echo throughout the currently empty space] How could that be possible? [Thinking back to his own situation and wondering if time could still somehow be passing in his absence. What if he returned home and Mokuba was in his late 20s? Or worse.] When you returned, was it as if you never left or was your absence noted?
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[Accepting her admission of living in hell was in glaring contradiction with his denouncement of supernatural entities from only moments prior. The hypocrisy didn't seem to bother him in the slightest]
Years?! [Exclaiming that far louder than he intended, it seemed to echo throughout the currently empty space] How could that be possible? [Thinking back to his own situation and wondering if time could still somehow be passing in his absence. What if he returned home and Mokuba was in his late 20s? Or worse.] When you returned, was it as if you never left or was your absence noted?