Shiro finished off the parts of the pizza that he enjoyed most. He found that the red circles were too sour for him, but he enjoyed the salty yellow parts. He left the parts that he didn't like on the box that Keith had brought for them both. He then looked down at the man as he drew. He was telling a story and there was a kind of childish beauty in this form of storytelling that made him smile. Keith's drawings made a lot of sense and he was much better at it than Shiro. He flicked his eyes up to watch Keith as he concentrated and his breath caught in his throat, viewing his side profile. Keith had a long jaw and a neat nose that was highlighted by the rising moonlight. His line of sight was so low that his eyes were almost closed, but his eyebrows were less peaceful. They were furrowed in his concentration and twitched every now and again.

Shiro switched back to the drawing and he watched Keith change the mood from light to dark. Keith was happier in the dark. Shiro supposed that he had his reasons. Shiro took a breath and he began to draw, himself. He drew the light first. He copied Keith's idea of Keith in the boat and drew a sun above him. Then he drew Shiro in the water beside the boat, smiling widely. In the water around them he drew small fish with big smiles and cute tails. Then he erased the sun and Keith's boat. He drew the moon, then erased half of it, then three quarters, then no moon at all to symbolise the phases of the moon. When the moon was completely erased, his expression darkened and he drew his best picture of Zarkon. A huge merman with a shark's tail and sharp teeth. He changed all of the fish, giving them spines and sharp teeth. He then drew himself again, fists up and teeth out, fighting with another merman.

The fighting arenas were a trap he was caught in. He was yet to find a way to escape Zarkon. Wherever he went, something or someone always found him and dragged him back to face bigger and better enemies that tore into him more each time. Whether Keith would understand any of this or consider it as just a childish phobia of the dark, he couldn't say. He looked at Keith, his eyes stony and serious. He hoped Keith wouldn't laugh at the very least.