Seto exhales. It's a long, weary sigh. Marik's...other self...or whatever that was. Had caused a lot of trouble at the tournament. Kidnappings. Attempted murder. Ranking above him in the finals, clearly the worst offense of all.

But the person in front of him wasn't that Marik, or so he believed. They were both in a strange world, separate from their past sins...and they weren't tied to their pasts in this world. By chance, they were together against an extremely hostile environment.

And so he looks at King, nods, then back up at Marik.

"I've done a lot that wasn't on the light side off the law myself. But I don't see why we can't have a truce and work on surviving this now."

He offers his hand.