You know, for someone so patient, it's refreshing to see you so eager...chomping at the bit. But where would the fun be in just outright killing them? Don't we have some dirty laundry to air first?

[If Darin's eyes could grow any wider, they'd pop out of his head. Words wouldn't come. He...He couldn't process what he was seeing here. There was Dromas and...Shiro? And another Shiro...?]

[Obviously, something wasn't adding up here, and Darin couldn't even begin to--]

Heh, you know, even I'm amazed to see that you're speechless. What, no sly remarks? No witty banter? No retorts? Here, let me help you make sense of what you're seeing...since we both know you think I'm your other half...

[The Shadow's hand combs through his hair once more, shaking the green away as if he were shaking away the rain after a summer shower. Just like that, his matching blue hair spikes back up. And with that, Darin's mind clicks to the only logical conclusion. Unfortunately, that conclusion wasn't any better than Dromas being here...]

Oh good...looks like our shadows are just as good friends as we are...

[With that, Darin straightens up and squares his shoulders, hand hovering closely to the dao sheathed at the small of his back.]

If you went through all the trouble of preparing this...place...for us, I'm guessing you want a fight. If that's the case, why don't you untie the real Shiro...make it a fair one?

[It was a gamble. They were brought here for a reason after all...]