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There's a rabbit on the floor. In the slime.
...Disgusting.
I'm not sure if I should be glad I didn't come across the boggart. I'd read about them in my text books, but I don't think this was the same boggart. For one, I said that I was moving, and I heard no voices echo me or any bags being packed.
I also felt no cold hands on my face as I slept, and none of the other symptoms I recall from my books. It's possible that I may have forgotten a few facts, but Father was more interested in business; not folklore.
...It would've been interesting to see it. What would it have turned into? Father? Seto? Mokuba?
Hmph. I was never fond of the war machines our company made, but I was never scared of them. Knowledge is power; I had the knowledge to dismantle and disable all of our machinery. I had nothing to fear.
Death is trivial. I've survived being outside of my body, having minimal contact, and illnesses don't bother me. Arachnids have always amused me, animals have always been intriguing, and bugs are useless.
Perhaps... Mokuba's death? But there are worse things than death, I'm sure. One image wouldn't be enough to convey any of those scenarios.
Cars? No. Hospitals? How can a single creature imitate a building, and make it realistic enough to induce fear?
What am I scared of? Of course, Kaibas do not fear, they are fear. But there should be something.
The fall of Kaiba Corporation? But that's Seto's problem now, not mine. Destruction of my body? Already happened. I didn't witness it, of course, but it must be gone if I'm here.
I've lost everything, so it can't be me losing anything.
Hm. I think I've figured it out.
Me growing older, only to look like my father. A nightmare indeed; I'd rather stay young than risk discovering that his genes are dominant over Mother's.
Which begs for the question to be asked; how is it that I have green hair, when Mother was a brunette with (assumed) homozygous alleles and Father was the same? Time to work back through the family trees, I suppose. Chances are Father was heterozygous and a distant relative had the recessive gene. Which would then mean that Mother was also carrying the gene, which means that unless there was a genetic mutation along the way - which wouldn't be surprising in the least - neither were pure Japanese.
Why do I discover blackmail material after I've died?
...Disgusting.
I'm not sure if I should be glad I didn't come across the boggart. I'd read about them in my text books, but I don't think this was the same boggart. For one, I said that I was moving, and I heard no voices echo me or any bags being packed.
I also felt no cold hands on my face as I slept, and none of the other symptoms I recall from my books. It's possible that I may have forgotten a few facts, but Father was more interested in business; not folklore.
...It would've been interesting to see it. What would it have turned into? Father? Seto? Mokuba?
Hmph. I was never fond of the war machines our company made, but I was never scared of them. Knowledge is power; I had the knowledge to dismantle and disable all of our machinery. I had nothing to fear.
Death is trivial. I've survived being outside of my body, having minimal contact, and illnesses don't bother me. Arachnids have always amused me, animals have always been intriguing, and bugs are useless.
Perhaps... Mokuba's death? But there are worse things than death, I'm sure. One image wouldn't be enough to convey any of those scenarios.
Cars? No. Hospitals? How can a single creature imitate a building, and make it realistic enough to induce fear?
What am I scared of? Of course, Kaibas do not fear, they are fear. But there should be something.
The fall of Kaiba Corporation? But that's Seto's problem now, not mine. Destruction of my body? Already happened. I didn't witness it, of course, but it must be gone if I'm here.
I've lost everything, so it can't be me losing anything.
Hm. I think I've figured it out.
Me growing older, only to look like my father. A nightmare indeed; I'd rather stay young than risk discovering that his genes are dominant over Mother's.
Which begs for the question to be asked; how is it that I have green hair, when Mother was a brunette with (assumed) homozygous alleles and Father was the same? Time to work back through the family trees, I suppose. Chances are Father was heterozygous and a distant relative had the recessive gene. Which would then mean that Mother was also carrying the gene, which means that unless there was a genetic mutation along the way - which wouldn't be surprising in the least - neither were pure Japanese.
Why do I discover blackmail material after I've died?