( He remembers his father's words, well. As King, you bear the responsibility of everyone's actions beneath you. It was not his father who made this path; it was not him who made it either, but it was his responsibility nonetheless. Another deep breath in. )
You're right. I did. ( No excuses. No buts, no attempts to stave off the responsibility. No long-winded story of how he wants to make it right or how much he understands the effects it had on Bakura, on the world. Though he might to some degree. He doesn't, his childhood on Earth was good. He had everything that she did not. And he mournes this. He truly does.
But as her pillar begins to crumble, he sees no need to retort to her tauntings. Her gloating, her attempt at regaining control. All these words merely trying to soothe the soul of the wounded. Was she trying to alert him to that which he is well aware of or merely reassure herself?
He looks, for a moment, sad. And at the moment that pillar gives way, those spikes are not what is in store for her. Because he catches her. Grip tight, a mournful smile subtle over his lips. ) You do not need to shoulder this pain alone, Bakura. You deserve peace. And love, and happiness.
( His breath was thin. Heart racing. Gods if he didn't want to let go, he wanted to let go so desperately. But he won't. )
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You're right. I did. ( No excuses. No buts, no attempts to stave off the responsibility. No long-winded story of how he wants to make it right or how much he understands the effects it had on Bakura, on the world. Though he might to some degree. He doesn't, his childhood on Earth was good. He had everything that she did not. And he mournes this. He truly does.
But as her pillar begins to crumble, he sees no need to retort to her tauntings. Her gloating, her attempt at regaining control. All these words merely trying to soothe the soul of the wounded. Was she trying to alert him to that which he is well aware of or merely reassure herself?
He looks, for a moment, sad. And at the moment that pillar gives way, those spikes are not what is in store for her. Because he catches her. Grip tight, a mournful smile subtle over his lips. ) You do not need to shoulder this pain alone, Bakura. You deserve peace. And love, and happiness.
( His breath was thin. Heart racing. Gods if he didn't want to let go, he wanted to let go so desperately. But he won't. )