The midnight moon was shinning brilliantly and made its watcher's hair shine whiter than it truly was. The manor was dead silent as all of its residents slept peacefully—well as far as the night-watcher knew.

"Break?"

And it seemed that he had missed one. Ruby eyes slowly scanned the dark hallway, not used to the darkness after staring at the moon for quite some time. "Hello, Oz-kun," he greeted once he found the blonde boy, "Not able to sleep?" The Vessalius son walked over to him, the moonlight from the window washing over the boy as soon as he was three feet away from him. "Not even a little bit. You can't too?"

Break chuckled, "Neither can I." He turned back to the window. "It seems like this is common amongst people like us," he said after a few seconds. Oz paused and thought the comment over. Only one thing came to mind, but he wasn't sure if he should say it. "What do you mean, Break?" he asked warily. Break's ruby eyes remained fixed on the white, glowing moon. "You don't have to tip-toe around my feelings; you know exactly what I mean," he tore his eyes away from the window and settled them on the emerald eyes of his night-time companion, "Us, who had once been trapped in the void that is the Abyss."

He leaned his white-haired head against the window. "Do you ever think that Time is punishing us for escaping the Abyss, Oz-kun?"

"Why do you ask that?" Oz was confused as to where this had come from.

"Think about it. I escaped from the Abyss but arrived in a time many years after my own, and discovered that all of the people I once knew were gone. You also escaped and although you still have all the people you had left behind, you arrived ten years after the fact and found ten years of their lives gone; ten years you will never be able to get back." A sad smile appeared on Break's face as his eyes returned to the window. "…As if Time was punishing us by not returning us to our proper time."

"So what if it is?"

Break looked back at Oz. "What you say is true, but so what if it's a punishment? At times it is hard having to deal with the time we've lost, but we don't have to go through it alone. The both of us have friends that support and help us."

Break found himself staring at the boy before a laugh escaped through his lips. "I tend to forget just how easily you see the positives of a situation, Oz-kun," he stepped away from the window and walked a few steps towards the boy, "Although it's not necessarily a bad thing to have an attitude like yours around." He looked over his shoulder and glanced at the moon, "You know I suspect we tend to prefer the night because we can gaze upon the one thing that hasn't changed over all this time."

A memory flashed through his mind, one with a certain little girl.

'Wow! The full moon is so big and bright, Kevin!'

He turned back to Oz. "Good night and good luck trying to get to sleep, Oz-kun." Break started to walk off down the dark hallway. "Where are you going, Break?" called out Oz. The man stopped, but didn't turn around. "Talking about this has made me tired, I'm going to lie down and get some sleep." Break started off again. Oz smiled, "Good night, Break."

When he couldn't see his white-haired friend anymore, Oz turned to look out the window and stared at the moon. Break was right; he would end up staring at the moon on his nightly walks, but had never made the connection.