"Damn..." whispered Kyo, reaching out to grasp Dark's shoulder firmly. "Sorry you had to see that, man. What are the odds of running into a murder? Things just keep getting worse. Sometimes I think, neither Wanderers nor Humans deserve to inherit the Earth."
After the years and years Kyo had to cultivate his wide array of different masks for different situations, he had become a prolific and proficient actor. Maybe one day he would tell Dark who the man behind the mask was, but that day would not be upon him for a very long time.