「This is nothing but a fight of wills, not of steel. Atem knows it, he can feel it when he parries easily the blow that comes down at him, and for as angry as he is, there is a creeping cruel smirk that takes shape in his lips, one that never reaches those fiery eyes, they only reflect how much he hates the man before him. He didn't use to, Atem tried, so very hard to understand, to atone for his and his father's sins in the past, but this is not that place this is not the past, this is a place where he cannot question his hate, where he cannot control it, where it can be left loose and let it ruin him, completely.
But only Bakura, despite of being nothing but a memory (?), can make his soul burn in absolute despise like the fire of a thousand suns. He knows him better than Atem wishes he did, he pushes his button, the most tender ones. Forgotten... alone? It has the Pharaoh losing his cool.」
I never did anything to you--it was you who took everything away form me!
「The rage comes back at full force, giving him some strength he would normally not have, disarming Bakura of his blade in a swift, harsh movement. The blade falls and its sound against the bottom never reaches them. Atem advances, his blade aimed Bakura's throat, pushing him to the other side of the bridge.
The memories of his losses, his father, Mahad, his friends... he had lost everything, his life even, to this man...」
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But only Bakura, despite of being nothing but a memory (?), can make his soul burn in absolute despise like the fire of a thousand suns. He knows him better than Atem wishes he did, he pushes his button, the most tender ones. Forgotten... alone? It has the Pharaoh losing his cool.」
I never did anything to you--it was you who took everything away form me!
「The rage comes back at full force, giving him some strength he would normally not have, disarming Bakura of his blade in a swift, harsh movement. The blade falls and its sound against the bottom never reaches them. Atem advances, his blade aimed Bakura's throat, pushing him to the other side of the bridge.
The memories of his losses, his father, Mahad, his friends... he had lost everything, his life even, to this man...」
I will never forgive you, Bakura!