[After a few deep breaths, Riku is pretty steady on his feet. His most wounded hand hangs at his side, the blood still flowing steadily and dripping onto the floor. The other is beginning to sting from the burn.
Anger dissipating, he looks away from the crying boy. Is he really just a boy without the spirit? He must feel very...powerless. Riku comes closer, taking a knee next to him, and putting his better hand on Bakura's shoulder, though he winces from the pain.]