Five years old. Even younger than Solomon had been assuming. He caught the painting easily and turned it over to smooth his fingers across the painting, and couldn't help but be relieved that Bakura hadn't hurt the painting as he could have. Surprised, but relieved.
"Perhaps," he acknowledged, "but then, the khajbit has already established my flaw is sacrifice, has it not? Who am I to sacrifice your kin if I cannot sacrifice my own?"
The khajbit had made it clear just what sort of flawed thinking that was. Solomon still didn't know what he was meant to do with it; most days, he simply declined to think about it. At all. But where Bakura was concerned, the point was a legitimate one, and there was something to be said for a pound of flesh.
"Then let us ensure you have that chance," he said, and slipped the painting back into his pocket. "This way."
The portal, when they arrived there, looked no different to the others; but Solomon went to the last one to be explored and stepped through without any hesitation.
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"Perhaps," he acknowledged, "but then, the khajbit has already established my flaw is sacrifice, has it not? Who am I to sacrifice your kin if I cannot sacrifice my own?"
The khajbit had made it clear just what sort of flawed thinking that was. Solomon still didn't know what he was meant to do with it; most days, he simply declined to think about it. At all. But where Bakura was concerned, the point was a legitimate one, and there was something to be said for a pound of flesh.
"Then let us ensure you have that chance," he said, and slipped the painting back into his pocket. "This way."
The portal, when they arrived there, looked no different to the others; but Solomon went to the last one to be explored and stepped through without any hesitation.