“ people say, in that bright light, it’s splendor but my shadow rather grows even bigger, swallows me, and becomes a monster “ (from mary)
The tall man seemed to be unaware of or perhaps ignoring her presence altogether. His back was turned in the dark to her, his silhouette a mass of hair and ill-fitting clothes. In this dark, cave-like corridor, he stood at the dead end. Trapped by her.
At first, it would seem the Order had outsmarted him. He was, of course, their living weapon, who bunged up both his English and Japanese plenty enough. All brawns and no brain, right? Their tank and meat shield.
Well, maybe it was time to show he was more than that. And rather than Shelley trapping him in with her, she was trapped with him.
Step by step, he turned to face her.
You talk about shadows, he thought, but you know nothing of them. When they appear in the dark with no light to cast them, and drag you down through what you thought was solid ground, now those are shadows. You have not seen the neverending void, dark yet overwhelming with a characteristic pallor of nothingness. You have not seen the plateaus of Leng that only through word-of-mouth inspired Man's vision of hell - only with the worst parts left out. You're lucky that to this day you knew nothing but mortality.
But those words, even in just his mind were uttered as R'lyehian - something he assumed she wouldn't comprehend. So as his eyes became deep pools of black and his neck began to twist, he said what he knew she would.
"If that's...a shadow to you...then you know nothing of darkness."
