The Shadow's face screws up in disgust. If he had a pulse, he'd feel it pounding.

"Bullshit. You came down here to see your handiwork. To play your pitiful piece-of-shit guilt games with me!" He takes another silent step closer, on the control room's polished floor, feeling himself threaten to yawn wide open.

"What is it, am I your conscience now? Do you like what you see?" He throws his arms wide. "Do you have even the first inkling of what you did to me?"