Bakura sighed, turning away. "You never answer any time I ask...." he half muttered. And the Voice wondered why he didn't know anything? Jerk... Why on Earth had he thought there'd be even a chance of...
His thoughts fell quiet as the stolen memory of the Voice watching him like he was trapped behind a glass wall surfaced.
... Obviously, it was too late. The past couldn't be changed, and that specter was in the past.
Like everything else.
Fists curling and shoulders tensing, he walked away.
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His thoughts fell quiet as the stolen memory of the Voice watching him like he was trapped behind a glass wall surfaced.
... Obviously, it was too late. The past couldn't be changed, and that specter was in the past.
Like everything else.
Fists curling and shoulders tensing, he walked away.