Bakura's anger is quick, viper-like but it comes on the heels of that very stark moment where he'd been struck mute by what he'd seen. "They're not for you to experiment with!"

He gathers himself, pushing off the wall behind him to stand again. He's less steady than he would have wanted but that's to be expected. It doesn't stop him from grabbing Solomon's upper arm, grip tight enough to bruise. "And the khajbit should not have listened to you, blood trick or not. What are you hiding?"