MineGeorgi: FINAL CHAPTER! MY FIRST COMPLETE FIC EVER! Ahem. Thank you so much for sticking with me for so long. Everything should be wrapped up in this chapter, so I hope I made it clear enough. And I hope you've enjoyed it! Thanks for all the great reviews and I hope to see you all again! xx

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New Artist has just signed in.

New Artist is requesting a conversation.

000 says: Hello Daisuke.

New Artist says: Satoshi! You should have let me know you're out of hospital!

000 says: Sorry.

New Artist says: It's ok. But you really worried me when you just collapsed – the doctor said you were in some kind of coma!

000 says: It was something like that.

New Artist says: Was it Krad?

New Artist says: Sorry. It wasn't my place to ask that.

000 says: It's fine. It wasn't him. I think it was just something that I needed.

New Artist says: Ok then.

000 says: Did you resolve that problem with Dark?

New Artist: Yep! It was just some minor artwork being silly, playing pranks and stuff. Dark was never in danger.

000 says: That's good.

New Artist says: Are you sure you're ok?

000 says: I'm ok, Daisuke. At last, I'm ok.

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After much debate with myself I finally picked up this pen again. Looking over my previous entries and experiences, I have come to some sort of conclusion. I feel I owe it to someone, perhaps only to myself, to write this conclusion down.

Are you there?

I suppose it was rather stupid to expect an answer.

I remember being in the kitchen with Daisuke. I remember blacking out and awakening to a world that I could not actually perceive. I remember Daisuke was there, and that we believed ourselves to be within this very book.

Daisuke, on the other hand, remembers being in the kitchen with me, and then coming out to find I had collapsed. I was rushed to hospitable.

The sensible explanation is that I was never anywhere, and Daisuke certainly wasn't there. Thus, everything that occurred after that moment in the kitchen must have been a product of my mind. Daisuke was a figment of my imagination.

How very strange.

That must then mean that all these comments from the 'book' were also created by my mind. I held the pen, after all.

On realizing this, my first thoughts were that I was quite possibly suffering from multi-personality disorder. Or that I was temporarily insane. I was basically talking to myself.

But then, I wonder. Maybe it is possible to give a book soul, if you're desperate and lonely enough.

I do not believe I was dreaming. I do not even believe that I was transported to a different dimension.

I believe I was taken deep inside myself.

And after a long time, I forced myself . . . to face myself. In my entirety. And accept something that had always been a part of me.

I accepted, no, we accepted each other. Myself and Krad. We are the same person. I'd always shied away from that fact, as has had all my predecessors. I'd pushed my curse away, while Daisuke embraced his warmly, and understood the reality.

Reality. Such a fickle thing.

That was something I had to do. Something we had to do, together, as one. But, there was something I also had to do alone.

I had to show myself how I really felt, and then my fears alongside those feelings. I believed Daisuke would reject me.

I intend to find out his true reaction. And I will find out tomorrow. And hope.

Maybe, in reality, whatever form it may take at the time, all anyone really wants is to know their place in the story. To know whether or not they are an active character. I believe I know my place now. I could easily be wrong. There may not be any kind of story at all.

But at least I'll know.