[The shadow's voice takes on an odd tone now; distractable and young, like he's only half-listening to Aubrey.]
Crush them all like bugs...
[As he says this, he takes his little hand and slaps it against the ground, then drags it slowly across. It leaves a trail of blood, thick and nearly black in the dimly lit space. It stinks like it's real.
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[The shadow's voice takes on an odd tone now; distractable and young, like he's only half-listening to Aubrey.]
Crush them all like bugs...
[As he says this, he takes his little hand and slaps it against the ground, then drags it slowly across. It leaves a trail of blood, thick and nearly black in the dimly lit space. It stinks like it's real.
[The Shadow's head snaps up.]
Don't trust him, Aubrey!