From up high, Satoshi could see the sunrise perfectly, each warm ray of light stretching to paint the scenery below with golden warmth. Even from above, he could see the dew glow and steam into evaporation, giving the light a misty air. Dawn. A time he supposed he should connect to considering his familial name.

Hikari. Light. Of all the hypocritical, egotistical names for a family to choose, of course his clan had chosen 'Light,' like they were some sort of guiding force in an era of closeminded ignorance. Well, Satoshi supposed that their curse had more than paid for that arrogance.

His fingers twitched as the sun's light hit them where they poked out from behind shadows. Sunlight highlighted the rips in his jeans where he'd been flung into trees and made the dried blood on his fingertips look a rusty gold instead of almost black. Everything ached from Krad's battle the night before. His back felt raw and it was too much effort to try and move, drained as he was. The sunlight chased away the lingering chill in the concrete against his back and he closed his eyes against its brilliance.

Krad might be gold and white, the epitome of classic Light, but ironically Satoshi thought it fit Niwa better for all that Niwa hosted Dark and slid through shadows like he belonged. Niwa was warm, and Satoshi, the Hikari, was cold. Light should be warmth and growth and life, everything the Hikari weren't and Daisuke was.