[That was more like it! It was solidified now, what he was to him and what they were to each other. Never in a thousand years could he imagine wanting to let go of the man in front of him. He was too perfect, even intoxicating at times.

Malik beams, placing his hands on Bakura's cheeks and leaning in for one last confession of his own.]

Once this is all over, and I've killed the Pharaoh and destroyed that other half of myself...I'll let you put my soul back in the Rod.