Another letter from our dear Egyptian psycho
Dear Bakura
Have you ever wondered who you are? I know you claim to be the King of Thieves, and whatever other title you care to give yourself, but do you really know who you are?
We are Darkness, we are Shadows, we are Nightmares. That is what we are, but is it who we are?
Seriously, so much time alone makes me think about things like this. Malik is working and Isis is at the museum and Rishid is fuck knows where. Malik's blocked me out of his mind so I can't mess with him so I've entertained myself by musing about our existance.
I know what we are, 'cause that's easy enough to work out. I know who we claim to be, 'cause that's obvious too. But... who are we really?
Marik
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