Ryou's shoulders sagged, believing what Bakura said to be true and feeling bad for implying otherwise, but also for what it meant. There were so many questions he had, but Ryou felt spread just a little to thin to ask them all right now. Bakura and Yin had only been gone for two weeks since he'd woken up, but it felt a lot longer than that.

Suddenly, just then, Ryou realized something. His eyes widening as he pulled his gaze back up to meet Bakura's. "Wait...if you died. How are you here right now? And what happened to me? Eh, w-wait..." Knitting his brow and pursing his lips, he started to mumble with a hand to his chin. "How does that work...I don't get it...is this a time paradox?"