Bakura shook his head, and as it turns out, he planned to answer both questions neatly in one fell swoop. "Biahbenat," he said, sighing and offering her a lopsided smile. "I only say it because it's true. I made myself matter, in my world. I wouldn't let them ignore me. I wouldn't allow them to erase me like they did my kin. But that's not the same as being mourned or missed. There's no one grieving for me. It's not an exaggeration, and it's not self-pity, only a fact. Every living person who knew me in the past was three millennia dead and dust. There were perhaps a dozen people who knew I existed as a spirit, and I'm not stretching the truth to say the only emotion they'd have felt was relief."

He's silent for a moment, letting that sink in. The whole thing was delivered calmly, even objectively... but then he relented slightly. " I know it's not the same here," he replied. "I know there are people here who'd I'd upset if I died. It's been drilled into me well enough now. But I had to learn it here, it was new."

And then his smile turned faintly depreciating. "I didn't lie when I said I wouldn't have to share a body with Ryou anymore."

He considered the guess. "I think they usually are, but I don't know if that's the reason for it."