... [That's the second time now, that Malik has heard Bakura apologize; the first had been when he'd come back from the dead. The words claw at his insides, twisting themselves around his heart and squeezing.

It was so stupid...to let himself feel like this. Every time he started to accept it, he came back to the same crushing doubt.

Malik let his hands fall limply at his sides, his head bowed.

Why did everything have to be so difficult? If he wasn't allowing himself to drown in his own vices and passions...he had this.

And Bakura...Bakurajust had to make it worse. He should be mad at him, he was mad at him, but not entirely. That stupid Spirit...was he really that afraid of losing him?

He had an eternity, and all Malik had was a short and likely painful lifetime.]

You idiot. You should have just asked, if it bothered you that much.

[He lifts a hand up, wiping his eyes.] But...I don't think my soul can handle eternity. Sometimes I can barely handle the days in front of me.

[After a moment, he adds on as an after thought...] Besides, you'll get bored eventually and find something else to entertain you.