Bakura let out an undignified yelp as the ATV moved far too quickly in the wrong way and he was almost bucked off like a boy from a wild steed. For a moment the spirit saw himself already falling just to kiss the ground and be eaten by monsters while Nanami escaped on her own, but then he had somehow managed to place his arm (the one with the knives, dammit, must be careful not to cut self and- fuck, that knife had been held too loosely and was now gone) under himself to steady his forward motion.

He felt like throwing up when he somehow switched back to sitting properly on the machine again (no use trying to toss knives at anybody when he was already like that) and placed a hand over hers.

"Not that jerky. You have to feel it or you'll kill the engine." There was even a light chuckle in his voice as he tried to guide her hand with his own that felt too hot and dry. A small, almost gentle smile had appeared on his lips even though their corners still twisted with a haughty edge.

Bakura didn't know how to fear dead. But he knew how to laugh into its face.