"Don't be such a child," he says witheringly, stepping forward to inspect him. His eyes glow as bright as they did every time they fought. It's like their last battle, when they finally faded, never happened. "Surely you've seen the dead before. Turning away won't do you any good."

There's not even the slightest hint of warmth from him. In the flickering light of the torches, he casts no shadow.