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There you are, again.
A dark presence, lurking back there in the corner. Oh, yes, I see you. Or, rather, feel you. Slinking around in the dark, a predator bloodthirsty and cold. You're dangerous. So very, very dangerous.
You have done so much to me, to my friends. Almost none of it was good. But the odd thing is, I can't hate you. What do I call you, anyway?
The spirit of the ring? No, that's what I used to call you.
Yami Ryou? No. That's wrong. That shows that I am a part of you.
Yami? No, that's Yugi's darkness. You are too... You, to be called by that name.
Bakura?
Yes. Bakura, that feels right. The marauder in the dark. Ryou is a mask, a pleasant smile. A happy, soft expression. Inviting. What does the mask hide, though? That's a dangerous question to ask, isn't it?
Oh, there you are again. You're keeping me in this room, barricading the door. There's no escape. Oddly enough, I don't want to get out.
I am but a caged bird, raised within the confines of the bars. I know not what freedom means. It's safe here, in the cage. Oh, please, master, will you give me a treat? Please? I promise to be good. I'll sing for you and be nice, and I'll even mimic your words, if you'd like. Yes, such an obedient little white parrot. Your prized little albino mynah bird.
You, however, are much different. The little bird is nothing but a mask, after all. The bird is but a disguise, to let you creep into the flock. You are sleek. You are strong, cruel, and so, so beautiful. Your spiked mane of white hair, so different from my own, decorates a white lion. Yes... A fitting metaphor. You are a white lion.
A lion that keeps a bird. Heh. Such an odd concept.
A purr rumbles from your throat, and I look out of my pretty little cage at you.
What is pleasing you? Could it be that I am, by thinking these thoughts? Are you're pleased with me...?
"Weak little hikari.... Hah! White lion, hmm? I like that. White lion." He's tasting the phrase on his tongue, rolling it around in his mouth.
White lion. Please, please deign to let this bird live a little longer.
After all, his feathers are still helping you feed on the flock.
White lion, I beseech you.
Let me live, beautiful beast.
Beautiful, beautiful beast...
"White lion...."
