This arm... it's a part of me, but it's not. I share a body with a Shade named Tyrann. Shades are... monsters... from my world...

I was dying when I made a deal with him. I wanted revenge on my Grandma's murderer. To kill a Shade, I needed the power of a Shade, no matter how much I hate them.

[She unwraps the bandages a little around her wrist and forearm. The skin is blackened with a faint sheen of golden patterning that flickers every so often.]

Shades are weak to light, which is also part of the reason I dress the way I do.

[It feels so weird to be so open with someone. But Hythlodaeus is easy to talk to and has proven to be non-judgemental. She sighs and closes her hand into a fist.]

The bastard is just waiting for me to fuck up so he can gain control. I can't hear him here in Duplicity, but I can feel him.

[Kainé snorts indugnantly.]

He compels me towards anger, hatred and violence.

If I become too nice it's over. Ironic, isn't it?

[Well, that explains some of her attitude]