[The shade's silent for a moment - then shakes his head, wordlessly.]
[It seems that's not a no, because he does move toward the edge of the shadows - but instead of stepping out, he extends one arm, hand palm-up. If it weren't for the claws and pitch-black skin, it'd look nearly human.]
[That is, until it starts to smoke.]
[The shade yanks it back in barely a moment after.] I can't. [Wry.]
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[It seems that's not a no, because he does move toward the edge of the shadows - but instead of stepping out, he extends one arm, hand palm-up. If it weren't for the claws and pitch-black skin, it'd look nearly human.]
[That is, until it starts to smoke.]
[The shade yanks it back in barely a moment after.] I can't. [Wry.]