In Bakura's minds eye, the scar was far more noticeable than it was, still the relatively fresh months old version he expected, instead of one that had been healing for over 3 years, the disconnect between memory and reality still rather high.

He hesitated, looking more and more unsure about the whole idea. "Aaa... m-- maybe the throwing knives....?" he suggested, not at all liking the idea of close combat.