[Malik was Egyptian...amens meant nothing to him. Bakura's words and split blood were more than enough to satisfy him.
That much was made clear by the way Malik unhesitatingly moved the blade to his own hand next.]
...
[He braces himself with a baited breath, and then slices open his own palm in the same matter, letting out a low hiss. Once the deed is done, his hand cringing ever so slightly, Malik grabs Bakura's own bleeding palm and squeezes it to his own.
He wasn't quite as eloquent in his own attempts at swearing.]
...With this, I promise to never intentionally betray you, murder you, or abandon you. [There's a brief pause, as he was still mustering up the courage to say something so...intimate.] We're family now.
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That much was made clear by the way Malik unhesitatingly moved the blade to his own hand next.]
...
[He braces himself with a baited breath, and then slices open his own palm in the same matter, letting out a low hiss. Once the deed is done, his hand cringing ever so slightly, Malik grabs Bakura's own bleeding palm and squeezes it to his own.
He wasn't quite as eloquent in his own attempts at swearing.]
...With this, I promise to never intentionally betray you, murder you, or abandon you. [There's a brief pause, as he was still mustering up the courage to say something so...intimate.] We're family now.