[ Judging by the slight upward quirk at the corner of Shadow's lips, it's a joke that hits its mark. He shrugs. ]

I've never been big on souvenirs.

[ He arrived in Beacon with no more than the clothes on his back. Given the way that he died, Shadow was grateful to have even that.

The ghost of amusement fades as Shadow addresses the stranger's first question. ]

And I'd rather tell people than let them experience it. It wasn't quick or painless, and it was pretty personal.