Cold. Lost. Confused. Afraid. Those were four words that could accurately describe how Runihura was feeling. They had run into nothing threatening down in the Shrine just yet, but he had a feeling that the worst was to come. The temperature was easily a few degrees below zero; he could see his breath form a thin mist in the air, like a fog. His pale skin had broken out into Goosebumps. He stayed near Yami to keep as warm as he could, but was careful not to get too close to him. He couldn't tell if and when he would lash out at him like he did before. Runihura's face had only begun to heal, though his bleeding had ceased a few minutes ago.

"Where are we?" he inquired softly in case there was something lurking in the darkness somewhere.

Near the torture chamber.

"Oh. That's pleasant."

Don't tell me you didn't know that there was one in here. You've been loyal to Osiris for many years and you didn't know about this Shrine?

Runihura grunted. "Of course I knew about this place; I've just never gone this far before. I've only been in the Ritual room."

Yami turned left suddenly. We've passed that already. We're coming up on the Ceremony room. He turned right and then went straight. You do know that that is where He takes the ones he has chosen to be his Bloodservants, right?

He nodded. "I can remember that room only vaguely. It was dark and smelled of death. There were corpses everywhere; I think they were sacrificed or drained by Lord Osiris. I can recall being a little afraid of that room, but I was only human then."

Must you refer to Him as "Lord"?

"He is my Master. To call Him anything else would be disrespectful."

Yami chuckled lightly. You truly are vague and have little concept of him.

Runihura stopped walking and scowled at the rebel but Yami did not stop walking. "You have no right to say those things about Him."

I have every right to say what I please about Him, was Yami's reply. He pushed open a door and looked inside. It was empty, except for a small birdbath-ish object in the center. An eerie blue light shone from the water inside of the bowl. Yami walked inside of the room, pulling Runihura in with him, and shut the door behind him. Runihura feared that Yami was going to drown him in that small bowl of water, but the only thing the rebel did was tell him to be quiet and stared right into the water. Runihura did as he was told.

Show me Yugi, Yami commanded. Immediately, the water began to ripple and glow even brighter. The whole dark room was filled with a glorious and comforting blue glow; it made them feel like they were standing underwater. It was truly a marvelous sight to behold. Then, out of nowhere, an apparition appeared before them. It looked so real that Yami could have reached out and touched it and would have claimed that it was real, or as real as a ghost could get. The ghost looked up at Yami with sorrowful eyes, the eyes of the innocent boy that Yami had grown to love. Yami felt his stomach twist into knots. So it's true then; you really are dead.

Yugi's ghost nodded.

I'm sorry. He hesitated as if he didn't know what to say next. I couldn't protect you.

Yugi smiled just a little, but his magenta eyes retained the same sad expression.

I hope that you can forgive me. I was lost and I couldn't find my way back. I had sworn that what had happened in Egypt would never reoccur, but fate is a cruel mistress and does as she pleases. If I had had a little more time, I may have been able to prevent your death. You could be standing right next to me at this moment and we could forget that these events ever happened. We could move on with our lives and find a new life, one without darkness, deceit and hatred. Yami could feel his body returning his humanoid form, the one most people saw him in and were used to. He regained his ability to actually speak first. "You know...I had fun getting to know you and helping you save your friends and Grandpa. Those days were some of the best of my life. I wish that we could have spent more time together, even if it was just a day more." He reached out a hand to touch his loved one's face, but his hand passed right through his cheek. A cold sensation rushed down his arm and touched his heart, but it was gentle and made him feel happy, yet also very sad.

Yugi attempted to place his hand on top of Yami's but it passed through his flesh. "I forgive you," he whispered. Then the boy was gone, back to rest again, and Yami regained his human form completely.

"Yugi..." he mumbled before he passed out and hit the cold stone floor of the room.