Nahad glared back at the naga, feeling betrayed despite the fact that he'd never placed much faith in Alger to begin with. Seething with the rage of injustice, he wasn't about to let the subject drop. He did his best to maintain a steady voice.<br/><br/>"Yashoku. This isn't about sashimi. This isn't about how miserable your life as a shade is. I'd be a lot more inclined to feel sympathy for you if you didn't frame me and didn't dodge my question.<span style="font-style: italic">What did you do to him</span>that would require a sneaky entrance and an impenetrable veil of darkness? Theft? Torture? Rape? All three? And speaking of which..." He turned to CJ. "What was your 'dream' about? Did it involve shadow?"