[Bakura's gaze softens at that sound. How awkward must Malik be feeling right now? With no memory of the wounds marking his body, no memory of anything...]

Sit down. I'll make you some tea.

[Going over to put the kettle on, he speaks calmly, if expressionlessly. It's good, in a way. Though Malik's shock is bad, he's reacting like he should to marks like those. It's better than the carefree manner he spoke about them in the future.]

...Rosenkreuz gave you one of them. He's the same man who cut my face. We had to camp out in the forest for a while for fear of him. But we have a peace treaty with him and his group now, so we don't need to worry about that.

Are you hungry? We have some leftover koshary.