"You can," Bakura insisted.

He hesitated just a moment before reaching out to put his left hand on Sasuke's head, willing his magic to flow towards the tormented teen. It was a soft, cool glow, like the breath of spring, bringing the promise of life as it seeped out from Bakura's hand. He gave it no form, no direction other than to help. He couldn't heal what the problem was, but if he could sooth any of it at all...