I don't know why I never fought harder. I do think that, if I had tried, I could have prevented most of the horrors that have trespassed from occurring. For that, I am sorry. But I cannot say that I never felt connected to him. Like the bond you all shared with the Pharaoh, I too shared a bond, but with him. I don't know why I felt so strongly connected to him when he did nothing but use me, locking my soul into the deepest, darkest corner of my being.

But a part of me knew that it wasn't him that did it. Like how he was latched onto me, something else was latched onto him. I tried in vain to discover this other presence I felt, but could never find it. I refused to give up. He needed me, and I couldn't leave him. His bond meant the world to me. With my mother and sister gone, and my father as good as well as, he was the closest thing to a family I possessed, and therefore I couldn't bare the possibility of losing him too.

So that's where I was throughout the whole of our adventures. I'm sad to say that I hardly remember anything regarding our apparent past; it had all been him. Somewhere between Monster World and Duelist Kingdom, when I first realized he was back, I had willingly relinquished all control in order to search within ourselves, trying to locate the third wheel. Time is hard to keep track of when you're lost inside yourself, and it wasn't until after that fated RPG that I had officially returned.

I pretended that I knew what was going on. Though I had no memories of my own, he had been helpful enough to tell me most of what had happened.

And then, after the Ceremonial Duel, you forgot about me. No, you didn't forget; you avoided me. I can't blame you. After all, you are used to me being an enemy, a threat. Your past experiences tell you that I can't be trusted. I can respect that. I would feel the same way.

But I can't help but feel the small bonds of friendship that still tie me to you, as represented by my model of our first adventure in Monster World. So I feel a sort of obligation to tell you what is happening with my life, even if you may no longer care.

He came back. Not the one you knew. The one you knew was influenced by Zorc, and was defeated in the RPG. The one that came back is the one that only I knew. And more so, he came back with a body of his own so he needn't mine anymore. But still, he came back to me. He remembered my being and embraced me. And I accepted him back. I wanted him back. Without him, I had felt empty, broken. But now with him back, I am complete.

I know your trust is forever torn when it comes to the two of us, so don't worry; we're leaving. We're going back to London. I would have come to say goodbye to you in person, but I know you do not wish to acknowledge my existence. So instead, I've left you this note in hopes that you will find it should the time ever come that you wish to consult me.

Farewell.

Ryou and Bakura.

"Must you really add my name to it?"

"Yes."

"Unn."

"You ready to go? We've got a plane to catch."

"How could I not be ready? I've got nothing to pack. Hey, that's not funny!"

"Hehe, sorry. But somehow I just know that you'll end up leaving the plane with a bag."

"Oh, ha ha, tease the thief, why don't you."

"I did."

"Oh."

"Well, let's go. I've got nothing left to do here."

"…Ryou."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

Just a short little one-flick that I made while waiting to go to my English 102 class. :)

~Sesco