Weevil Angst #3 Black. Waters swirling, cold, dark, black. Death. What Weevil threw Exodia to. He watched the cards swirling through the black night air and down to the feared and revered depths. He could practically see the terror on Yugi Motou's face. Not real terror, not the complete and all-encompassing fear of death, but a minor fear as something precious to him was destroyed. It was good to see such a feeling on the face of something that was precious to him. If Weevil could not have what he wanted, then he would make sure no one else would.
But he could not even have that. That complete and utter laughing stock Joey Wheeler actually dove into the ocean waters, imperiling his life, to get a few scraps of painted paper for Yugi. Weevil wished they'd all just go crawl into some hole and die so he could forget about them.