Bakura's grip tightened as if sensing his double's intent. "I've already lost everything before... you know how little I've ever had, this is the first time I've had something that I didn't want to lose...! I have friends here... family... If I lose them, I don't think I could keep going on..."

He was afraid. Afraid to lose anyone else, afraid of being alone, of being left behind... it was paralyzing. Every person BREW sent back chipped away more and more of what little stability Bakura had, leaving him clinging tightly to whatever fragments he had left, acting as if everything was fine in hopes that it would become real.