[Marik tenses up, his hold on himself tightening as he hears Usagi's quiet sounds of distress. He wants nothing more than to turn around and hold her, tell her everything will be alright. That even despite what he did, he's a different person now. He swallows, ignoring the creeping darkness wanting to wash over him.
He shouldn't say it. Shouldn't use what happened to guilt her. To tell her that he's fine with how things happened because it made it so they met. That she could be a guiding light for him.
He could persuade her. It was what he was good at. Manipulating people into doing his bidding. It's why he handled the Millennium Rod so well. He was a natural at it.
He glances over his shoulder at her, his eyes somehow more dull than they were before and his tone of voice is soft.]
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He shouldn't say it. Shouldn't use what happened to guilt her. To tell her that he's fine with how things happened because it made it so they met. That she could be a guiding light for him.
He could persuade her. It was what he was good at. Manipulating people into doing his bidding. It's why he handled the Millennium Rod so well. He was a natural at it.
He glances over his shoulder at her, his eyes somehow more dull than they were before and his tone of voice is soft.]
... I'm sorry I hurt you.