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“This happened because you were too soft,” The dark spirit’s eyes were hard and merciless from across the table, hands twined together as though he hadn’t just committed murder.
“Shut…up,” The man across from him shuddered, almost collapsing in his seat as his despair tore him down to his very core. On the map between them, the miniature tombs where he knew his friends had gone was destroyed, crushed into a pile of worthless rubble and his name along with them. What was left for him now?
Yugi…was he…?
“Well? Its your turn, your Majesty. Or do you submit?” The cold Bakura, the heartless one, sneered as he watched what he had long since viewed as his greatest nemesis breaking down before his eyes. All so effortless. Poor, lonely, sad Pharaoh. Kill a few of of your pathetic little connections, and this happens. The murderer laughed, cruel and victorious, his eyes trailing over the all too sweet sight of Atem (a name he’d never know now) dying inside. “Perhaps I could spare you, temporarily at least.”
The Millennium Ring glinted mockingly in the light, while another slowly dimmed.