(Yuugi)
And just like that, you were gone. You stepped through that door and out of our lives forever. How dare you. How dare you leave? How dare you walk away like nothing happened? Don't we matter to you? Don't I matter?
You coward. You're afraid. That's why you really left. You're scared to be without a grand purpose. For all your pretty words, you're just afraid to live.
I can't do this without you. I can't just go on with my life. For what seems to be the hundredth time, I need you! But you aren't here anymore, because you took the easy way out. You welcomed death.
I'll die without you. I'm not being melodramatic, or romantic; it's true. I'm not…whole. You are as much a part of me as my arm is, no, more. You are my heart, pharaoh. One cannot live long without one.
We found out later that the spirit of the ring is gone, too. We're not sure if he died during the RPG, or if he crossed over when you did. Either way, Bakura is without his other as well.
We're a lot closer now, Bakura and I. Though I suppose you wouldn't know. Even though the thief was cruel to him, and Bakura suffers no illusions as to the thief's feeling for him, the spirit was as much a part of him as you were of me. I guess we've grown closer with the knowledge that we are the only two people that really understand what it is to live with half a soul.
Maybe it will be alright after all. Though the sides don't match, and the edges don't exactly line up, two halves still make a whole, right? Even someone without a heart can get a transplant. After all, when I needed you, you weren't there. I won't wait for you any longer. I owe myself at least that.
(Atem)
The light is so bright here. When I stepped through the door, I saw all of the people I had to leave behind the first time. I had missed them terribly, but still, as the door closed, I found a part of me wishing someone would stop me again, wishing that you would call out to me, ask me to stay, call me your other self once more.
You didn't, of course. I suppose I'm glad. If you had asked me to stay, I could not have made myself go. I can never bring myself to deny you anything. Especially since the few times I have not heeded you ended so badly. Because of me, Kaiba almost died. Because of me, you were almost lost forever. The longer I stay, the more danger you and your friends are in.
But who am I kidding. I have been putting you in danger for years. It sounds awful, but if that were the sole reason, I would not have gone. I had to leave. I had to let you be your own person. I had to let you depend on yourself. I had to stop being a parasite, leeching off the life of the person I care about most.
It had to have been the right decision. The dark, cold weight of guilt is heavy on my heart. It is suffocating. The only way I can survive it is to believe with all of my soul that you are better off for my choice. If I cannot do that, I think I may die.
Besides, it was destiny.