None of it works. Rapt amusement splits the Shadow's face. "I'm human," it mimics, with a nasty curl of its lip. "Something any human would say, I'm sure."

Taking a step closer, hungry to know what, and why, and how, it keeps talking. "You aren't human. Nothing like. You're like me. You stink of it." His eyes flare bright, little candle flames to mark him as inhuman, as wrong. "But how do you do that? How can I do it? I want to get out!"

To not be trapped in this prison... to be free to move, and choose, and act. He could kill his ego. He could kill himself, which would be almost as good. "Tell me how you did it, or I'll kill all of you!"

Shadows, even smart ones, are never the best at negotiation. He's ignored Kasumi and Cendrillon entirely; it's like a little yappy dog. Shadows can also be shortsighted.