It's a lot more work, he teased back, though he was still worried about what Yugi had said concerning his mother. She'd want to know things about him, yes, and that was understandable...but what was there to him other than what he had with Yugi? He didn't remember.

Did he want to remember? Those memories belonged to a past life, his life, but a life that he couldn't live any longer. He'd always assumed that he would pass on one day, and he'd wanted his memories then so he would recognized his loved ones in the afterlife. But...if this was permanent, if this was how he was going to live, did he still want them? Knowing the people he'd left behind, and the people he would be keeping waiting?

He didn't know.

Maybe he shouldn't worry about it just yet, and a little too late he reigned in his anxiety and presented Yugi with a smile. "But I don't mind it. Feels good to stretch my own legs for once."