"You know... I've got nothing left to tell you. I've tried everything. I've even said things I didn't want to say. Nothing works. You cling like a strangling vine -- you're aware that I always have to compare you to something negative. You won't leave me. It's like you're... desperate. I would have said dependant except you'd kill me if you knew. And you aren't, really. It just seems like you need me.
"It doesn't make sense to me. No one ever really needs me. I make myself needed, by pushing myself into positions where they have no choice but to call on me. My brother's the only exception but you -- why do you need me? I'm not helping you accomplish anything you can't do on your own.
"It's not a nice situation. Whenever I have a business trip you want to fight about it. I don't. I don't care what you think, my priorities are Mokuba and my company and my own survival, in that order. You don't come into the picture. But you've forced yourself into a mold I'd discarded from my set -- you've forced yourself into someone unrelated I have to... worry about. Not care. Worry.
"I keep wondering what you'd have been like if you'd never met me. Not now, not ever. Not in the past you always say we lived in. Would you have been the same? Would you have needed someone to sleep next to you? Someone to pull into the dark for a sly kiss? Someone to chase after, to care for... to love? Would you have needed me then? If you'd never met me?
"Would you?"
Bakura rolled over and slept on, and Seto sighed before huddling down beneath the sheets, facing in the opposite direction. He knew he'd never get an answer.