Metody has seen The Shadow with his shirt off, and the history of battles written across his body is not a pleasant sight. That's to say nothing of the scars that don't show.

Aware of how much his unitentional gestures have communicated, he's not surprised by the question. The Shadow lets out a slow, drawn out breath quietly between his teeth. "Going to be." He's quite firm on that point. "I can understand why he became the monster that he did. I wish I couldn't." His gaze is focused on the horizon, or possibly something beyond it.