[ it's almost funny, he thinks, as he stands and watches jonouchi spit out his tirade — if he had said something like this to him just a few months ago, or the year before, he would have kicked him out onto the street without a word. actually, he never would have invited him in, if that were the case. his reputation could have suffered for all he would have cared — or maybe it was just that his pride was more important to him then. has he been humbled to some minuscule degree? honestly, he doesn't know.

his nose wrinkles at the word luck, but he still manages to let him finish. it never pays to interrupt people, anyway. better to let them run out of steam, so you can be sure they're listening. the microwave dings, but seto ignores it. ]

See, was that so hard?

[ it sounds a lot less jeering than he means it to, but then, jonouchi seems less upset at him than he is at his situation. it's not the personal attack it could have been. he was expecting a complete character assassination, going by the look on his face. ]

I'll admit that you have problems of your own, but don't sit there and tell me I'm here because I'm lucky. I don't care if it was chance, or fate, or any of that other garbage that was responsible for Gozaburo and I meeting — I took my future into my own hands to get where I am now, and you know exactly what would have happened if I hadn't.

Besides, I never said you were a bum. Don't put words in my mouth.

[ he was trying to say that he was a loser, but he doesn't want to hear him go for a second round, so he keeps his mouth shut for once. instead, he turns his back and gets his food out of the microwave. warm enough. ]