Bakura hissed out a frustrated breath, because she was pointing out what he already knew. She was right, of course. He could have tried to finish the job, and he hadn't. At the end of the day, being alive wasn't really the problem he faced, and he recognized that. The problem was that he didn't know how to address what was the problem, or even... define it.

"Do you think I haven't tried to answer that? That I just haven't made up my mind? Or that I enjoy feeling this way, like an echo of what I should? Don't you think I would do something that made me happier if I could find something that did? Or do you just assume I'm not looking hard enough?"