[ A shadow passes over Bakura's face for a moment, knocked briefly off her pedestal of self-assurance - fuck. Righteousness she'd been prepared to handle, but being cared about is more annoying than she thought it would be. It makes her mad but it also...
Dammit, there's that feeling again, the one from when she was a kid and she hated everybody in this damn palace except for Atem. Now she hates everybody in this damn palace including Atem, but she still...she doesn't want Atem to get her wrong.
Atem doesn't know. Atem doesn't know a thing about the world, what the world is really like, what this palace is really like, so of course this shit was going to happen. Not a big deal. She's fine. She's Bakura, who doesn't need to prove a damn thing to anybody; she's Bakura, who has walked through wreckage and known in her gut she was home.
Nobody else needs to understand her. But before the Princess draws her last dying breath, Ankhsunatem must.
A flush of color seeps beneath that new scar. Use this, Bakura reminds herself. Use this. ]
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Dammit, there's that feeling again, the one from when she was a kid and she hated everybody in this damn palace except for Atem. Now she hates everybody in this damn palace including Atem, but she still...she doesn't want Atem to get her wrong.
Atem doesn't know. Atem doesn't know a thing about the world, what the world is really like, what this palace is really like, so of course this shit was going to happen. Not a big deal. She's fine. She's Bakura, who doesn't need to prove a damn thing to anybody; she's Bakura, who has walked through wreckage and known in her gut she was home.
Nobody else needs to understand her. But before the Princess draws her last dying breath, Ankhsunatem must.
A flush of color seeps beneath that new scar. Use this, Bakura reminds herself. Use this. ]
Like you've seen the end.