soul_campaign | 7th Turn: Video

[The video starts with an evil laugh and gleaming eyes in sinister shadows before Bakura leans forward with a grin that’s full of bared teeth. The evil spirit has spent the last days searching the city near and far for the souls of two certain multi-color-haired midgets just to return with his hands empty. He had went all the way to make sure that it was no fluke and now he had certainty of the result. Malicious killing intend is dancing in both his eyes and his voice, twisting them more away from his nice counterpart than ever as he intones a mocking chant.]

The king is dead, the king is dead, long live the king~! Isn’t that how it’s said? [He laughs derisively before he shakes his head with a haughty tsk.]

All those things, all those times …and now that! Having it end like that feels almost too easy! [His smile drops into a discontent frown that turns his eyes hard before he tsks again and shakes his head as he brushes whatever thought he had aside with a wave of his hand.

The expression he presents the network with again seconds later is that of a winner, amused and cruel. ] No more games, dear Death City, for the main actor’s dead and the rest of the story’s already settled! [He feels betrayed.]

Both the main actor and the secondary cast have been removed. [He'd wanted some more time.]

So I’m going to end the game-! [It should have been personal!!]

The only thing is.. What’s the gamemaster left to do once the game’s won and over? [The frown is back at those last words. For a moment Bakura seems honestly troubled, then he shakes his head again with a mumbled curse and ends the connection. Atem has been much more than just an enemy to him.

No amount of public gloating can replace killing him with his own hands.]

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.. Isn't that a little idealistic? [ It's close to the way Masako herself would put it, but there's a vital difference between that idea and the way she's learned to see the world. ]

After all, this world is only about the strong crushing the weak. That's the way it works both in nature and in society.

Maybe. But it's better to believe in something rather than nothing, isn't it?

Even when I lost it all over and over again I never once considered the option to stop and just accept it and look: it did pay in the end. [Even if not in the way he has wanted it to. But life's not the fairy tales he makes it sound to be and Bakura knows very well how to deal with what he gets (and with what he can get his hands on).]

I don't think that's necessarily something to believe in though. Getting up even after you have been kicked down is determination. Especially if it pays off in the end, otherwise you'll just be seen as a pathetic person by history.

[ It's not like Masako isn't struggling against something greater than her back in her own world either, after all. ]

Sometimes it's the only way to reach your goals.

[He snorts.]

History can sit on it and rotate for all I care.

The thing is, it happened because I made it happen. I survived to tell the tale. That's all I care about.

.. You don't care what people who will come after you will think of you?

[ Making sure to go down in history books as a great person has practically been hammered into her head. ]

Not in the least. Why should I?

[He comes from a culture where not being remembered was considered a fate worse than a thousand deaths over, paired with growing up breaking most of its taboos dealing with the dead and their remembrance. It has made him rather pragmatic about the whole issue, as well as made him make his peace with the idea of having his existence wiped out of history as soon as he died a long time ago.]

Isn't it obvious? Once you die, nothing will be left of you if people won't remember you. It will be as if you have never existed.

[ And even though Masako greatly fumbles with trying to connect to people (read: she can't do it whatsoever since she doesn't have any social skills) she at least wouldn't want her existence to have been for nothing. Why would she have lived then? ]

Yeah. Which is what's going to happen anyway once the people who do remember you have lived long enough to grow senile or die too. If you ask me being forgotten in the end is the better deal out.

[This is what he has to believe in since he's just another disposable part of another being now. If expectations and hopes are nothing but tying you down without having ever any chances of coming true, then it's best to just toss them over board to begin with.]

There are ways to be remembered for much longer, but.. [ It's the other wording that's surprising to her. She can agree with the first way of thinking as in that being remembered might be hard at times, but.. ]

.. why would you ever consider the alternative superior?

[His expression twists into a humorless grin.] Because I've seen the results of both ways.

.. How? You mean you've observed it happen to someone else?

[ Because surely nobody can know what happens after they die. ]

I've observed it happening to others and, well~ [He inspects his nails pointedly before he grins.] It just so happens that I'm a person whose name was wiped from history after my death as well.

Even if that is so, you shouldn't be able to observe the results of your actions during life after death. ... You're dead then, after all. So how were you aware no one at all remembered you?

Because I didn't stay dead, you see? My body was killed and my soul torn out and sealed in a twisted magical artifact for the next three-thousand years. Aware, but without a body or any other means to interact with the rest of the world. Real joy.

Besides, after all the things I've done and with everybody of my family and friends murdered as well it was pretty much to be expected. They couldn't let any witness stay alive.

...

A rather strange story. [ But her tone indicates she believes it even so. After all, more than one strange thing has happened in her own world lately too, so who is she to question another person's story? ]

And I can't imagine living like that would be particularly pleasant. You must be glad to be in this place instead then.

[ She sure isn't. ]

Yeah, it beat something. And it was hell, or rather even worse than that. But you know what? It isn't. This place and it's problems mean nothing to me and I can't do anything relevant to my own matters here. It's worthless.

Well, how interesting to see! Here I thought pretty much everyone in this place lacked common sense.

[ But he doesn't if he realises that much. No matter what your place back home is like, this place sucks. She doesn't fight for other people's sakes ever unless she picks to do so. ]

Keheh. The loud ones surely do. The rest of us just rarely bothers speaking up to disagree anymore. Why bother arguing with the deluded who are eager to get themselves killed?

I suppose it's true. I can't deny that I've tried doing that myself once or twice, but some of the people truly are naive in the most stubborn way I have ever encountered.. [ A soft sigh. ] Ah, well, it just means that things will be easier for us when there are others so eager to sacrifice themselves.

7th Turn: Video | July 31th

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