Don't look at me like that, shade. Whatever lesson you're teaching him, we're well past that with me.

[And if the spirit looked deep, it might see in her darkness given life. She was the result of her own life's shadow game, where she'd succumbed to the darkness and failed the game. What was left of her had risen up for revenge. At this point, she might have had a personality of sorts, but she was more of a punishment, a tool, a shade, than one of the multi-faceted souls that could still be 'saved.'

And the glow of her eye screamed it. She took a step to the side and growled.]

I can leave him to your games. Just don't kill him. He's amusing.