Satoshi sat at home in the dark all alone. Krad was being quiet, and Satoshi was staring out at the midnight sky. Hours of silence passed. Everything was so peaceful now. A total bliss seemed to fill the air, but Satoshi could only express himself by simply smiling softly out at the night. His eyes weren't so tense anymore, and a smile filled his lips now.

"Hey, Krad, you awake still?"

"Yes, Master Satoshi."

"I have a question."

"Ask away."

"Do you think…do you think there's any way for us to be separated? Like, have our own bodies?"

"Satoshi…"

"Is there?"

"I…don't know."

"….oh…"

"I'm sorry, Satoshi…"

"No, its fine, Krad…it isn't your fault."

Satoshi was a little disappointed, but he continued to smile while gazing at the silver moon above, as it filled his room with a pale light. Krad felt bad; he knew how badly Satoshi wanted to spend time with Towa on his own. Or, at least he thought that was the reason for Satoshi's question.

"Why, Satoshi?"

"Why? Because…I want to actually talk with you, face to face. I know it sounds kind of dumb, but…"

"But…?"
"I want to spend time with you…you're the closest person to me. Especially since you and Dark stopped fighting; it's almost like you're my older brother."

Krad fell silent. Satoshi waited to hear him speak, but no answer came for quite a while. A few minutes more of silence came into the room full of moonlight; pale and pure with bliss.

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, Satoshi…"

"…heh."

"Thank you."

"No problem, Krad."

Satoshi felt as if he were about to burst out in happiness. For once, it felt like he and Krad were having an actual conversation. "You know, Master Satoshi…I have heard of a way to separate…but it's painful."

"What is it?"

"Well…it has to be painted…By the both of us…"

"A painting?"

"Yes. A painting of a separation, almost a mirror effect in the painting; me on one side, you on the other. But it must look like an actual person being torn in half. Then, it will happen."

"Really? Has it ever been done?"

"Not that I know of."

"You want to try?'

"If you want to Satoshi."

Satoshi stood up and smiled a little wider. He lit a few candles, for extra light and went to get his easel and a canvas. He set up a stool in front of the canvas and easel. "Satoshi, you paint your half, and I'll have to paint my half."

"So do I just paint half of my body?"

"Yeah, you paint the left side. I'll paint the right side."

"Alright."

Satoshi dipped a silver paint brush in some paint and began painting himself half torn. The painting was a sad one. Blood was covering the center of the canvas, while Satoshi lay in pain on the left side of it. Satoshi looked half dead in the painting. His skin paler than normal, and his hair a little messier than normal. About an hour passed, then he turned into Krad, and Krad painted him the same way, except it was his right half on the right side of the canvas. Another hour passed, and Krad just had to paint in the back ground. "Satoshi?"

"What?"

"Where should this happen?"

"Here I guess."

"At what time?"

"Sunrise."

Krad painted Satoshi's floor behind them, and a hint of pinkish light falling over them. "Alright, this will happen at sunrise."

"Sunrise…alright."

Sunrise was just hours away. Krad turned back into Satoshi. He left the painting in the middle of the room on the Easel. He sat down and waited for the sun. The night sky grew lighter, little by little. Sunrise was approaching them. "Its almost time…" whispered Satoshi.