"Mephiles…" All he can do for some seconds is stare at his shadow. Something was different with him this time, what it was, he could not tell at first. His smell, his natural scent of darkness, if he could describe it that way, which emanated from his bizarre twin, was different. Shadow expanded his nostrils towards him and he suddenly felt the impulse to pounce him, rip him, drink him... kill him, make him all his ...but he had to win first, over other matters.
He approaches to him, and then stops at a moderated distance, knowing it would be strange for the other to get too close to him unexpectedly.
"Even if you displease me so much, I must accept that you were right about this place."