It was as Fubuki sat there in the greying darkness, that he realised something.
Maybe it had something to do with his predicament, after all, he was stranded in the Shadow world.
Or maybe it had something to do with his captors, the people who were trying to get him to become someone he wasn't.
Or perhaps himself, sitting there alone in that room left to contemplate they were trying to do.
Heck, it could even be the amount of light in the small room.
But Fubuki realised something. People were not black or white. They were shades of Grey.