[This seems like imagery straight out of a cautionary tale told to children at night. That one should never feasibly reach out towards a shadow residing(?) in another, because a shade always represents something to be leery of, something dangerous, doesn’t it?
In this instance, Dimitri feels nothing of the sort. There is already trust placed in Oz, inexplicably — as a result, there is a newfound trust in his friend that saved him, this figure that he cannot quite make out the finer edges to.
Besides, who is he to judge when it comes to ghosts that reside within? At least this one seems amicable.]
Er—
[He hardly knows what to say, though. Dimitri reaches out, and—]
no subject
In this instance, Dimitri feels nothing of the sort. There is already trust placed in Oz, inexplicably — as a result, there is a newfound trust in his friend that saved him, this figure that he cannot quite make out the finer edges to.
Besides, who is he to judge when it comes to ghosts that reside within? At least this one seems amicable.]
Er—
[He hardly knows what to say, though. Dimitri reaches out, and—]
Hello.