[Ah. He had wondered; he wasn't naturally in tune with the spirit world or anything, but he's been around spirits long enough to know one when he sees one, even not out of body. The flippant humor gets a small chuckle - he's been around Kaiba-kun long enough to get when and when things aren't directed at him, and he slides a hand along his backpack strap, tilting his head.

The question has him curious, so he hums as he decides whether or not to humor the man. Spirit. Ugh, you know what he means.]

What manner? You mean was he good or evil?

[It hurt to think of Atem right now, but he inhales a breath and ducks his head to look at the ground.]

He was a good man, in life and death. A good friend, a good Pharaoh. A brilliant duelist. I could only ever hope to live up to someone like that.

[Let alone carry on without him. Yuugi chews his bottom lip, violet eyes uncertain and shifting his backpack.]