It's not that! Of course he trusts him! Man, even I can't fuck that part up.
[It just saunters up, to where the fight is happening, hands shoved idly in its pockets. Completely unfazed.] He doesn't trust himself, blah blah yadda yadda. Existential bullshit.
[Meanwhile, the real Shiro has been trying to burn or otherwise shake the black gunk off his hand. To little avail. It especially doesn't help with the shadow hoists him up by the collar of his shirt, and casually tosses him at Darin.]
[Hard]
By the way. He probably can't even hear you right now. He's back in our own personal arena hell.
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It's not that! Of course he trusts him! Man, even I can't fuck that part up.
[It just saunters up, to where the fight is happening, hands shoved idly in its pockets. Completely unfazed.] He doesn't trust himself, blah blah yadda yadda. Existential bullshit.
[Meanwhile, the real Shiro has been trying to burn or otherwise shake the black gunk off his hand. To little avail. It especially doesn't help with the shadow hoists him up by the collar of his shirt, and casually tosses him at Darin.]
[Hard]
By the way. He probably can't even hear you right now. He's back in our own personal arena hell.