["All of you can burn," it's a sentiment that he's expressed before and one that has never endeared her to him no matter how many times he repeats it. When he appears to be walking away, she's sure his miserable life is something she couldn't care less about. An eyebrow is raised as he begins stripping off his shirt - and then, oh yes, she does see the scars. His explanation for them is unbelievable, though... so she places her surfboard on the sand and draws in for a closer look, willingly taking the bait that's been offered. The scars do look old. And Malik is only sixteen, by her reckoning, so there's a very limited amount of time for him to have acquired them in... that means he's telling the truth?!
A shadow of horror passes over her face as she realizes the torture one would have to go through to have all of this carved inside. It would have been ten times worse than what Bakura did to Eleanor... and she was Harriet's peer! All of this, on a little child? There could be hardly any wonder why his mind was so broken, now. He could only be described as a victim of abuse. Child abuse. This was much heavier than she had expected, though with how fucked up his dark side was, she is now not sure what she could have possibly taken lightly. He has gained her attention, but first... new plan: get red rose cards back from Jack, bend time to punt Malik's dad into the sun!!!
Though her temper flared for a moment, she pulled it back to listen - making the observation that this must be the Pharaoh he was talking about when she was forced to duel Henry. Harriet's burst of sympathy fades just as easily as it came then, as she remembers the toxic, all-consuming hate that was forced into her head. A rage that felt much larger than her small body, rage for the Pharaoh... perhaps not unjustified, but she could not forget who Malik was. Her expression sobers, cools over, becomes icy in temperature as he muses over how easily it would be to submit.]
You won't get what you want by threatening me, Malik. We're all stuck here the same as you, and you're bloody well going to have to deal. If you do submit fully to that spirit, we'll kill you as many times as necessary. Ra as you can summon it now will be ineffective in a war of attrition. Tiresome as it would become, there's still no chance in hell it will be easy or that you'll win.
But we are not going to be here indefinitely, I promise you that. I'll decide for myself what the best path is to that outcome...
For now, the information you gave me won't go unrewarded. You can have a hint.
[He won't be able to do anything with the hint without training, but... if it becomes necessary for her to do so, then he'll have it ready. It's a good thing, she thinks.]
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A shadow of horror passes over her face as she realizes the torture one would have to go through to have all of this carved inside. It would have been ten times worse than what Bakura did to Eleanor... and she was Harriet's peer! All of this, on a little child? There could be hardly any wonder why his mind was so broken, now. He could only be described as a victim of abuse. Child abuse. This was much heavier than she had expected, though with how fucked up his dark side was, she is now not sure what she could have possibly taken lightly. He has gained her attention, but first... new plan: get red rose cards back from Jack, bend time to punt Malik's dad into the sun!!!
Though her temper flared for a moment, she pulled it back to listen - making the observation that this must be the Pharaoh he was talking about when she was forced to duel Henry. Harriet's burst of sympathy fades just as easily as it came then, as she remembers the toxic, all-consuming hate that was forced into her head. A rage that felt much larger than her small body, rage for the Pharaoh... perhaps not unjustified, but she could not forget who Malik was. Her expression sobers, cools over, becomes icy in temperature as he muses over how easily it would be to submit.]
You won't get what you want by threatening me, Malik. We're all stuck here the same as you, and you're bloody well going to have to deal. If you do submit fully to that spirit, we'll kill you as many times as necessary. Ra as you can summon it now will be ineffective in a war of attrition. Tiresome as it would become, there's still no chance in hell it will be easy or that you'll win.
But we are not going to be here indefinitely, I promise you that. I'll decide for myself what the best path is to that outcome...
For now, the information you gave me won't go unrewarded. You can have a hint.
[He won't be able to do anything with the hint without training, but... if it becomes necessary for her to do so, then he'll have it ready. It's a good thing, she thinks.]