[Of course Malik would annoy him even like this. How typical...

Bakura's voice is almost casual as he copies the markings on Malik's back onto the paper in front of him. The way he holds the pencil is a little awkward for such an ancient language. Hm...]

It's fine, you'll be fine once I return the knife to your person. But it's only fitting, right?

[He turns his head slowly to look at Malik, a garish smile on his lips.]

After all, that dagger is mine... which means you're mine too now, right? An eye for an eye... A soul for a soul.

[Setting the pencil down, he rises to his feet, still looking at Malik with that same deranged smile.]

All mine... For all eternity! Even if your body rots you'll still be alive. Trapped inside there like a caged bird...

Heheheheh... HAHAHAHAHA! Isn't it great, Malik?! Now you'll never have to fear death again!