[The affect is immediate. Bakura's eyes grow wide with a look of distant, out-of-body terror, and as soon as Malik's monsters retreat he all but crumples to his hands and knees.
Bakura trembles unrelentingly, trying his best to pull himself out of the horrific memories of that illusion that caused him to believe he'd been melted alive.
But they consumed and overwhelmed him, bringing him in a flush to the floor. The ancient Egyptian could do little more than writhe there, digging his fingers into the carpet until the color left his knuckles, all the while trying desperately to reassure himself that he was alive, he wasn't melting or stirring in that inhuman concoction...
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Bakura trembles unrelentingly, trying his best to pull himself out of the horrific memories of that illusion that caused him to believe he'd been melted alive.
But they consumed and overwhelmed him, bringing him in a flush to the floor. The ancient Egyptian could do little more than writhe there, digging his fingers into the carpet until the color left his knuckles, all the while trying desperately to reassure himself that he was alive, he wasn't melting or stirring in that inhuman concoction...
But he was so certain he was.]