Dark spent his time trying to answer his own questions, after all he had no control of his limbs. He still felt confused and angry after quite a while, sitting in the dark and gloomy room. The theif decided to try and reach Daisuke, although he was almost certain he was gone. After many long minutes of concentration, he felt something. It grew stronger at a fast pace, but was still very faint. Daisuke was alive, he was sure of it.
Unfortunately, the status of his counterpart was unknown. A growing feeling of urgency began to consume Dark's thoughts. I must escape! I must find Daisuke! This anxiety as well as his knowledge that Daisuke was alive gave him the determination to try again.
Dark closed his eyes and went deep, trying to summon magic. He could feel a slight hint of something mystical. The seal did not restrict his power entirely! Gathering as much power as he could without exhausting his energy, he focused his attention on the source of foreign magic. At last, he released it. He grinned as a light feeling confirmed his magic had hit its invisible mark.
He got up, panting weakly. His resistance had taken a lot out of him. 'Daisuke, where are you?' he asked in his mind, to no avail. After a short rest, Dark began looking for his way out. It was not hard for him to find a metal door. His first impulse was to rush out, but he thought better and put his ear to the door. Footsteps sounded on the other side. He could not tell who was in control, either way, he was an enemy. The footsteps quickened...someone must have found out he destroyed the seal. Luckily, he was able to spot a skylight.
After effortlessly picking the lock and slipping outside, Dark found himself on the roof of a warehouse. He closed his exit quietly and locked it again, hoping it would buy him some time. The art theif rushed to the edge of the rooftop and looked out at the sleeping city. He felt that Daisuke was out there...somewhere. An eerie feeling preceded the sound of shattering glass. He didn't bother to look back and immediately leapt off the roof, taking flight. It had been a long while since he had last summoned his wings without his rabbit-like familiar and he was not accustomed to the sensation. Dark propelled himself through the air as fast as he could without a particular destination in mind, just to escape.