[Malik gestures for Bakura to lean over as well, holding out the palm of his hand. At the center, a transparent ball of dull light circulates and grows larger in proportion to Malik's own fading presence. He looks tired as he holds it out.]
I want you to take a part of my soul with you. Just don't put it in the Ring.
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I want you to take a part of my soul with you. Just don't put it in the Ring.