[Something happened. What was it? The memories are sparse and interwoven with dreams. His father's booming voice, echoing from an impossibly tall stairway. Glass shards stained with blue. Brennenburg provides clearer memories, but even those have a dreamlike quality to them, like they didn't quite happen. Warped faces in the dark become shadows before turning into twisted body parts, agonized limbs moving out of sync. He sees a brazen bull, not unlike the one he forced the other Yugi inside. He hears church bells.

He hugs his chest.]

I-- I don't--

[He flexes his fingers, trying to kill the numbness that is spidering down his veins.]

B-Both. It was both. I --

[Again, he pictures the brazen bull. He's pulling someone out of it, a man this time, with blistered skin and swollen eyelids. 'Very good, Daniel,' says a voice, and he feels his stomach drop.

Oh God. He does deserve this, doesn't he?]

I-- I'm sorry for what I did to you! [The words come out quickly, halfway between a yell and a cry.] I didn't know any better! I thought I was saving us!