[Before Ryou can formulate an answer - and really, it would take him a while, because he's reeling over those words in something approaching pure terror - blessed darkness takes over him as a familiar weight slips over his head. The glow of the Ring dims as that familiar person takes control.
This distress... the body is tense, trembling, too hot and filled with the urge to run. With his presence, that calms, but it lasts long enough for him to notice. The other Bakura simply opens his eyes and stares into his own face, betraying little of his own concern. That foolish host... to get himself caught like this!]
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This distress... the body is tense, trembling, too hot and filled with the urge to run. With his presence, that calms, but it lasts long enough for him to notice. The other Bakura simply opens his eyes and stares into his own face, betraying little of his own concern. That foolish host... to get himself caught like this!]
And just what the hell were you doing to my host?