There's still got to be some pattern to this we're not seeing, or perhaps some rules...things just don't happen for no reason at all.

[There's a note of frustration there; this network thing and its inability to fall neatly into a scientific box has been driving him crazy.]

What would I possibly want to hide? I've always been open about my past.

[With the exception of the memory in which he killed a woman in her bed, but Bakura doesn't need to know about that...]