「The Pharaoh can already tell this is a bad idea, that he should turn back if he appreciates his life at all. And somewhere in the back of his head, he knows that Bakura is dead and that this was nothing but a petty reflexión of his anger. It is not enough for him to back off, he never will. The thin line between reality and delusion blurs easily under all the anger he seems to be carrying. One he hadn't realized he had been dragging all this time... Or maybe it was the anger dragging him from his feet, making it hard to think, to move even.

Atem steps into the bridge, he doesn't like it, but he keeps going until he's but a couple of steps away from the thief. He glances down at the pit underneath them. No... this is not how this is going to end, not for any of them.」

You really want to do this this way, Thief? Just to toss me into the void? Tch, and here I thought you had higher standards...

「He provokes him, plays with him, he wants to see him react to his words. He wants him to be as angry as he is right now.」