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"All I ever wanted was Hart's safety. It was never anything against you." Kite glared at the paper and then scribbled out the words, his pen pushing so hard it tore through the page. "No, that doesn't sound right. I sound…"
"All of the souls I've taken have been restored, so how come I can't write one single apology?" Kite said, slamming a fist onto the desk. "Urgh. Astral." Astral had a tendency to make everything difficult for him. He and Yuma were quite alike in that regard, at least. Kite picked up his Duel Disk.
He was always better at dueling than talking anyways.