No, that is not right.

Yami had thought that the entirety of his upper back would have a dull, bruised ache to it after the blow, but he was wrong about the intensity of this Shadow Game. The entirety of his back feels as if had been struck by a dense wooden club that was thicker than a person. The shoulder bones feel shattered or cracked depending on the distance from the impact site, and each breath has to be dragged in through the pain. Even while swaying, the dark spirit snarls as he forces himself to stay standing. Around him, the last rays of sunlight disappear as night takes hold of the deep forest. A cold breeze causes the branches to sway and their shadows to dance.

"It's your turn, Yami." The lady's voice stays at a calm level. It does not imply impatience even though Yami had been frozen with pain for the past few minutes.

Hands clenching the duel arena's metal railing and crimson eyes aglow with anger, Yami does not respond. Instead, he forces the pain down and stands straight.

It might feel real, but remember, this is a Shadow Game. These injuries are only in the mind.

Yami's insistent thoughts do nothing to erase the dull aches and sharp pains, but he does sense through the pain that his bones are intact and uncracked.

"I draw." His voice calls out clearly and his gaze refuses to be drawn to the large lurking beast in the shadows of the forest around him. The old lady across from him surveys him with glasses that gleam in the light of the arena. The metallic components of her wheelchair glint as well.

Crimson eyes glance at the card that determines the fate of both players before they focus back on his opponent. The anger, no, the hatred threatens to consume him and his morality. Yami is tempted, so very tempted, to end this game with one of his permanent Penalty Games. No one has the right to say that he should not exist. No one has the right to drag him to this forsaken island and to threaten his friends, his family.

Deep in his mind and down a stone corridor, Yami senses the muffled fear of his lighter half. The dark spirit does not have to open the locked door of Yugi's soulroom to know what the boy fears. Bakura's manipulations have ensured that Yami's own lighter half fears him. Fears the way that his own darkness bound him away without caring enough to steal the memories this time. Fears the possibility of waking up in his body to find yet another corpse or insane victim of Yami's favored Penalty Games.

A hesitation and Yami plays the drawn card. His crimson eyes are narrow, but, in the very last remnant of orange light, whether they are narrowed in anger, hatred, or something else is unknown.