I feel.... so useless.....

I couldn't help Isis-san.... I fell for the spirits' story.... Malik-sama doesn't need me to protect him anymore....

I'm just in the way, aren't I......?

Please go away. I don't want to talk right now.

Rishid was laying in his hospital bed again, television remote in one hand. As usual, there was nothing vaguely interesting on; mostly soap operas he couldn't follow very well, infomercials, and not-funny comidies. He turned the television off and relaxed some. The doctors had agreed to let him see Bakura, but aside from that he was supposed to ( Read more... )

Rishid was somewhere dark and very, very cold. He opened his eyes and shivered. It hurt to breathe.

"Is anyone there?" he called. He still couldn't move, but there was less pressure. It felt like he might have carcked a rib or something, though....

Isis-san won't tell me what's wrong. And I am being... annoyed by the dark one. He keeps on attacking me. I can subdue him, but it is getting annoying.

Now... I need sleep. I hope I can get some. With my luck, the dark one will ambush me tonight....

I think something is wrong with Isis-san ( Read more... )

We will be returning to the tombs soon. Malik-sama and Isis-san seem to be taking it pretty hard, even though it is inevitable that we'll have to go back... There are so many bad memories there, memories that none of us wish to refresh. I think the tension is getting to Isis-san, especally ( Read more... )