He noticed the shadows. Could the other control shadows? He didn't like the idea of his old enemy still having shadow powers while he didn't have the Millennium Ring anymore. He snarled at the comment about "wet dog". "Better dog than dead."
Atem put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, crimson eyes glinting as he met his gaze. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, beastie. At least I am content with my life."












