Bakura reached out, fingers shielded in glowing white as they wrapped around the blade to try and pull it back.

"Don't..." His words were softer now. "Killing yourself won't avenge them either. You aren't useless, you're just cut off from your goal. Rest. Regroup. Plan. And until you go back, get your revenge by living."

He held out his left hand, the faded scar oddly illuminated in the light that streamed down between the rooftops. "Let's go back... okay?"