And right at the bottom, so far down that you pass through Yaldabaoth's Hall of the Grail and start going up again, as far as you can possibly go, sits a Shadow.

He doesn't discorporate, as he usually would when they come after him. No, this one's different; he knows it. He watches her approach on the flickering screens around him, back pressed to the nest of cables running out to the Palace; when she emerges from the elevators, he meets her eye, tired as hell. Not Lavenza, who he remembers, no—but like Lavenza.

"What do you want?" He isn't a Shadow either, not really. More like most of a boy, trapped by a Shadow's constraints.