Bakura nodded. "Just hold out your hand to catch me..."

He closed his eyes, form seeming to glow and blur for just a moment before seeming to vanish, a small white d10 that seemed to be riddled with cracks dropping into Mello's hand in his place.

Despite all instincts, the thin red thread did not attach, only the edge of it visible, waving in the wind. As much as Bakura wanted to cling to someone and resonate to find stability, if Mello didn't want to wield him...