Shadow
There is a shadow on your heart.
Digger
Is there really? Don’t— don’t eat it, okay?
Shadow
Okay. It’s not a big one. And it’s fading at the edges.
Digger
Do you know why there’s a shadow on me, now?
Shadow
Sure. That guy. You don’t feel guilty, but you feel guilty. For not feeling guilty. Or something. I dunno. Won’t make half a mouthful, anyway.
Digger
You ate that bandit’s shadow, didn’t you?
Shadow
All his shadows, yes. Some of them were sunk pretty deep.
Digger
Why? Does not having a shadow kill someone?
Shadow
Usually. Live things are bright, and bright things have shadows. But if you get rid of the light, they don’t have the shadows any more. But if you get rid of the shadows first, it just— you know, doesn’t work. It’s not supposed to be like that. It’s just wrong. So they die.
Digger
They die from sheer wrongness?
Shadow
I guess. I don’t know. Maybe not.
Digger
You know, just once, I’d like to have a conversation with you that didn’t raise as many questions as it answered. Well, anyway. You saved my life. Again. Thank you.
Digger
So why did you run from the Veiled?
Shadow
Oh, them. I don’t like them. All those gods watching, makes them wiggle too much around the edges. Makes me itch. [PAUSE] And their swords can cut shadows.
Digger
We’ve got problems, Shadow. The Veiled think you’re a demon, and it’s at least partly my fault.
Shadow
They do? I am? Me?
Shadow
[SINGING] I’m-a-demon! I’m-a-demon! Woo!
Shadow
Are there other demons? Do they come from dead birds? Can we find them? Will they eat shadows with me?
Digger
Shadow, wait— wait— I don’t know if you really are a demon. They just think you are. They thought I was a talking bear. They could be wrong.
Shadow
Oh. [LONG PAUSE] What’s a demon, anyway?
