Shadow knew himself to be one of the the few who could claim to follow the word in its entirety. He didn't hesitate in killing anyone, and felt practically no guilt after such an action. And if it didn't involve murder, he would use them. Men and women became tools in his hands, used to their extreme. He didn't care for their feelings, nor the loss it would create.
He was shameless.
"Shadow! Are you even listening to me?"
Unfortunately, being guiltless didn't mean others didn't care. You could scare them, haunt them your entire life, and there was still someone who'd care. Who'd try to see you as a friend. And who'd want to change you into someone a bit sociable. In his case, it came in the form of Rouge the Bat.
"The nerve of you, I swear! You're lucky I wasn't asking you what to wear for the party, or else..."
His gaze barely left his book as the bat screamed. He didn't care. He didn't want to go to any party, even if it involved the president. All those that had once matt