Remy shrugged one shoulder, "Prolly will get anot'er one attached to me. You see, t'ey're beneficial. People who lose t'eir shadows tend... to go a little... y'know. Fuckin' nuts." He lit another cigarette and watched as the Shadow moved amiably towards the warmth of Lulu's hand.
"T'ey eat excess energy, keep it from messin' wit' you too much. T'ey feed off emotions an' like lots of t'ings. Music wit' a lot of bass in it, people wit' powers... Now I t'ink 'bout it, one followed t'band home when t'ey came t'our world. Somet'in' about Nat'an's voice, m'guessin'." He took a drag of his cigarette and smiled, "I ain't t'best person t'ask about t'at, actually. Y'gunna have to talk t'Petit, she's t'expert on t'em. But I know f'a fact you gunna see 'em now t'at you know t'ey're 'round." Then, with the ease of someone who was used to picking up an moving at the drop of a hat, he switched subjects, "After t'is smoke, gunna go back to practice. Dun worry none 'bout t'little guy, it'll stick to t'dark, an' won't interfere."