[ It's not a normal stare. But then, this isn't a normal teenager.
What had tugged at the edge of Shadow's senses when they first met solidifies now. He looks at the young man, gray eyes meeting bright gold, and it's like staring into a black hole. There's no sign of light. No sign of joy, or hope, or serenity, or love. There's pain, and there's rage, and there's sorrow. And there's something else, too. Another figure with no form at all that both is and isn't the stranger; a figure made of curling darkness and red eyes.
Something inside Shadow cries out for him to step back, as though he's about to tip over the edge into an abyss. Shadow doesn't move. Perhaps it's foolish of him. But then, he hasn't felt real fear since he died on the tree. ]
I don't know. [ It's quiet, and it's honest. ] I know what my parents were. I don't know about me.
[ Then, as he continues to look into both gold and red eyes: ]
You're not human.
[ There's no judgment in his tone, nor does Shadow sound accusatory. But again, it's not a question. ]
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What had tugged at the edge of Shadow's senses when they first met solidifies now. He looks at the young man, gray eyes meeting bright gold, and it's like staring into a black hole. There's no sign of light. No sign of joy, or hope, or serenity, or love. There's pain, and there's rage, and there's sorrow. And there's something else, too. Another figure with no form at all that both is and isn't the stranger; a figure made of curling darkness and red eyes.
Something inside Shadow cries out for him to step back, as though he's about to tip over the edge into an abyss. Shadow doesn't move. Perhaps it's foolish of him. But then, he hasn't felt real fear since he died on the tree. ]
I don't know. [ It's quiet, and it's honest. ] I know what my parents were. I don't know about me.
[ Then, as he continues to look into both gold and red eyes: ]
You're not human.
[ There's no judgment in his tone, nor does Shadow sound accusatory. But again, it's not a question. ]