An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Are you sure you haven’t forgotten anything?” Atem asked for the umpteenth time, as they two of them climbed into the pilot seats. The shuttle was about the size of a commercial aircraft carrier, and in his past life Yugi wouldn’t have dreamed of flying it.
Not so anymore.
He was pretty sure that nothing could daunt him.
“Come on now,” he said, giving Atem’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t think I’d let you fly this all alone, will you?”
“There’s still a chance for you to stay behind, Aibou. Be as it may, they are still your friends.”









