[Marik huffs. Of course there's a bunch of information they kept secret even from the Tomb Keepers. That seems to be par for the course. Everything needs to be painted in a way to make the Pharaoh good along with his noble sacrifice. Sacrifice for what though? Sealing some great evil. That's all he was ever told.]

Of course I wondered that about you. And why everything is so vague surrounding the Pharaoh. They want us to guard his tomb blindly without knowing anything of the man... Why? Wouldn't it be better to know? To know what kind of person we're being forced to dedicate our lives to?

[He pauses, trying to contain his growing anger, falling right into the thief's trap as he opens up about matters he shouldn't.]

I still... have no idea who he is and why I should be pledging myself to him. I couldn't even escape him in this place...! And even now all I have is his godsdamned name.

[Shadi's the least of his concerns at the moment. Bakura killed him, he bound himself to the items, whatever. It's the same as everyone else. What is important are the secrets the Spirit holds. He's the only one who can tell him the truth.

It's his turn to close the distance. He reaches out to grab Bakura by the shoulder. The blonde is feeling desperate, greedy, scared. The Spirit can easily see it in his eyes. He doesn't know how long they'll have to talk or when he'll be able to see him again. He has to know... even if he shouldn't.

Ishizu will forgive him for this, surely. It's his right to know the truth.]

Tell me everything, Bakura.