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[Malik's darker half relinquishes his control over the body, the third eye fading from his forehead as his hair settles back down. He begins to tremble now, a whimper bubbling out from his throat amidst the blood. There was so much blood...in his mouth, on his hands...soaking the fabric of his shirt. He felt drenched and hot in this bath of blood...but also...cold.

Malik knew what had happened. He'd seen everything play through in sickening slow-motion, and for once...he begged his other half not to let him go. He didn't want to feel pain like that again, but the other him had no mercy.

Bakura was nearby. Maybe he could still help him...] ...ku...