Ken wanted to turn away while Hawke finished off the paralyzed creatures, but forced himself not to. He'd resolved to fight alongside the older man until this was over and there was still a chance that it wasn't. He wasn't accustomed to so much blood, though, and now that the adrenaline was beginning to wane it made him feel a little ill. During the Dark Hour, the water had turned red and it had seemed like blood, but the Shadows themselves had never bled. He took a few steps closer, dismissing his floating sentinel back into the ether as he moved, and slid his Evoker into the holster. The creatures weren't giving any resistance now.
The boy shook his head. "Kala-Nemi is manifestation of my psyche; it's part of me. Back home, all minds have a parallel, though most people don't know about it. If you can control it, it's a Persona. Like Kala-Nemi and Cerberus. If you can't, it's a Shadow. A monster." He frowned momentarily and shook his head again, "It's...complicated." He leaned against his spear and looked at Hawke for a moment, his features brightening a little with genuine admiration, "Besides, what's that compared to shooting fire from your fingertips and creating black holes? You were amazing, Mr. Hawke."