The Shadow frowns at the distant horizon, contemplative. "She wouldn't react well to me, either way. Unless..." There is a spark of thought, along the lines of playing the same game as his alternate. Just long enough to talk to her, long enough to glimpse her mind, try to turn her thoughts to the right path. Perhaps, with some effort, he could turn her to something he felt comfortable allowing to take up his alternate's place in that world...
That such a thought is so quick to occur to him is alarming, and he gives a sudden shiver despite the sun. The Shadow's hands shift in his lap and he begins to toy with the ring, spinning it rapidly around his finger. His expression is impossible to read, the lines as hard as if it were etched from stone. "What do you think should be done with her?"