[He's too inclined to stay huddled up for Karasu to be able to manage, but ultimately it doesn't matter.
Because Bakura finally regains his senses, slightly delirious as he sits up on his own and looks perturbed at the girl in front of him. His hair was sticking to his forehead and cheeks from the cloth he'd been holding against it, and he looked sickly.
Ignoring Karasu for the moment, or perhaps not really seeing her at all, he lifts his hands and looks at them, curling the fingers in towards his palm thoughtfully.
He...was alive. That's right. That's right. Melting, that had just been an illusion, but the Millennium Rod had brought that terrifying feeling back.
He almost lost it. Who knows if he'd have been able to pull himself out of that state? Right now, his mind felt fractured, stripped of all energy it had left and waiting to collapse in on itself.]
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Because Bakura finally regains his senses, slightly delirious as he sits up on his own and looks perturbed at the girl in front of him. His hair was sticking to his forehead and cheeks from the cloth he'd been holding against it, and he looked sickly.
Ignoring Karasu for the moment, or perhaps not really seeing her at all, he lifts his hands and looks at them, curling the fingers in towards his palm thoughtfully.
He...was alive. That's right. That's right. Melting, that had just been an illusion, but the Millennium Rod had brought that terrifying feeling back.
He almost lost it. Who knows if he'd have been able to pull himself out of that state? Right now, his mind felt fractured, stripped of all energy it had left and waiting to collapse in on itself.]