( He listens. Arms crossed over his chest and allowing her to speak fully, freely. Not saying anything in return until it seems she's done. And there it was in that bark and bite. That realization. He wonders if she's thought on this before; if she's ever had those moments of wondering: ) Who would the great King of Thieves be if not this? Angry, bitter thing.

( His smile does not depart. No, Atem is steadfast in that warmth. That understanding. No sign of irritation, or anger, or any of the more common emotions when engaging with one such as she. ) I think you believe you want justice but in the end, you're hurting. I think the idea of healing is terrifying because you have no idea who you are without all this pain.

This hatred, it is a weakness Bakura. As you so kindly pointed out. The ease of corruption when even a lick of power is received. It is a weakness. ( Bakura points, but Atem reaches out in emphasis. ) But there is a better. ( And its said with such a power; with such certainty. ) And you can choose it. You have that control. I did. It is not easy. It takes bravery to change; though perhaps you're not as brave as I once thought you to be.