[The shadow stares at him. Or maybe behind him. Well, that stare's aimed at something, even if the lack of a face makes it hard to tell precisely what. Then he turns around and starts walking away.]
Didn't you? Wonder why.
[The walls around him are bare, they're clean, but he runs his hand along one of them anyway, even looks at his fingers afterward and rubs them together, as if anything there would stick to shadow as well as it would to flesh. Then he stares at his hand a moment more, wondering at the gesture, wondering at himself.]
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Didn't you? Wonder why.[The walls around him are bare, they're clean, but he runs his hand along one of them anyway, even looks at his fingers afterward and rubs them together, as if anything there would stick to shadow as well as it would to flesh. Then he stares at his hand a moment more, wondering at the gesture, wondering at himself.]