[ A spoonful of limoncello hovers in front of Bakura's mouth, though whether his hesitation is because Bakura is thinking his next response over carefully or because he's unsure of what to expect from this strange new flavor is hard to say. Before long, however, in it goes -- along with a reply. ]

That's true. [ He's kind of difficult to understand with a mouthful of gelato. It's about as sweet as the man had promised. ] However, one day, you're going to lose those "new" memories as well... it's all part of the vicious cycle of immortality, you could say.

Say, could I get a few scoops of that limoncello? I think that if I have something a little too familiar, I'm just going to dwell on the past too much. The name is Bakura, by the way. A pleasure.

[ Can't be too vulnerable even if he's drumming it up for sympathy. Time to dial it back. ]