[Sakamoto is not a total idiot. He wouldn't have survived the war if he was. He glares at Bakura over his glasses, but his expression softens as he utters the next few words:]
You're not sick if you write to her. You're not hurting anyone in the process.
Besides, I have a feeling she can hear you, somewhere. And if she can't, she would probably smile at your words and sympathize with you. The fact that you think about her so much shows how deeply she's affected you. It's best to learn from her strengths and mistakes.
[He puts a hand on Bakura's soldier.]
Trust me! That's really all you can do.
[Says the man who'd lost more friends than he could count to the war he happened to survive.]