There was a note of exhaustion that had crept into Bakura's own voice, but there was also the presence of something else. A firmness and resolve that was growing more steady and solid. There was always a rush that came with the blending of energy that an attack from a strong resonance formed, something that filled him with very unfamiliar emotions that he couldn't quite label, but that the spirit wielding him was all too familiar with, even if not quite in the form that they took in his host.
For someone who for all his life had been powerless and at the mercy of those who puppeted him like an empty shell and to fate itself... the rush of power and the realization that he could defeat those who were endangering those he cared about was enormous. It was the steel that had been behind his resolve in Monster World when he had faced down his double, that small pillar of strength that his will solidified into when one of his friends was in need...
Not in his pretend worlds, but in reality, he had the power to help create a world where his friends were safe. This was where he could be strong, the heady feeling of the raw, emotion fueled power from his double all but transforming him into a proper hero character in his mind's eye, the missing parts of him finally complete.
He could do this. They could do this. With a proper common enemy that they could agree on needing to defeat...
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There was a note of exhaustion that had crept into Bakura's own voice, but there was also the presence of something else. A firmness and resolve that was growing more steady and solid. There was always a rush that came with the blending of energy that an attack from a strong resonance formed, something that filled him with very unfamiliar emotions that he couldn't quite label, but that the spirit wielding him was all too familiar with, even if not quite in the form that they took in his host.
For someone who for all his life had been powerless and at the mercy of those who puppeted him like an empty shell and to fate itself... the rush of power and the realization that he could defeat those who were endangering those he cared about was enormous. It was the steel that had been behind his resolve in Monster World when he had faced down his double, that small pillar of strength that his will solidified into when one of his friends was in need...
Not in his pretend worlds, but in reality, he had the power to help create a world where his friends were safe. This was where he could be strong, the heady feeling of the raw, emotion fueled power from his double all but transforming him into a proper hero character in his mind's eye, the missing parts of him finally complete.
He could do this. They could do this. With a proper common enemy that they could agree on needing to defeat...
They could do anything.
'Ready?'