[ Bakura doesn't even hear Hawke's snark, nor Notch's yelp. He steps forward to close the distance and pull the champion free from whatever was holding him, but the same force shoves him back. Undeterred, the thief steps boldly between the pinned pair and the invisible assailants, back to the former, and voice quiets. ]
He's not menfeyt, they're all long dead. Let him go, my ghosts.
[ The pressure restraining Hawke, feeling like a hundred hands shoving against his chest, tightens like it's considering disobeying Bakura's words. But then it eases, fading out and doing the same to release Notch. ]
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He's not menfeyt, they're all long dead. Let him go, my ghosts.
[ The pressure restraining Hawke, feeling like a hundred hands shoving against his chest, tightens like it's considering disobeying Bakura's words. But then it eases, fading out and doing the same to release Notch. ]