Kaito slides warm, nervous palms into the pockets of his slacks. Blossom hadn't been kidding - these are stakes high enough to send any pro slinking back into their gilded holes. But the prize? If he can pull this off, it'll be worth every penny. He had come to make a name for himself. There's no better way to do it than by this.

He pointedly ignores the card save for a cursory glance as it stills on the table. Many a thief's downfall has come because they focused too hard on the reward and forgot to look at the crumbling edge beneath their feet. He's more than that. He hasn't climbed his way here inch by clever inch to be thrown off the precipice at the very end. There's more than money riding on the outcome of his thefts now: there's pride. That card? It may as well be Elias' briefcase now. The whys and wherefores don't matter. Only the process and the result.

His gaze slides to Greed's companion, Dolcetto, a cool and calculating front to cover the low-key anxiety he always gets with the anticipation of a big score. It's the only feeling which reminds him he's still human these days.

"That won't be necessary," he says calmly, flashing Greed a confident smirk in return. "I'll either get that briefcase...or I won't."

Kaito doesn't believe in running. You choose this life, you bet everything you have on it. There's no second chances in this game.