A Little Compassion
Locke and Shadow are walking in a field in the World of Balance. Shadow never lets anybody walk behind him, but in this rare case, Locke is speaking to him from behind.
"So you really killed your own mother?"
Shadow stops, turns around, and fixes his deathly gaze towards Locke. Locke stops walking.
"You know, out of respect, she bored you into this world. Like it or not, that kind of respect cannot be found, not even through love itself. Now, I realize you haven't felt any kind of love, or you're just completely oblivious of it."
Locke slows down his speech and slowly walks toward Shadow.
"But when you were her child – that right was entitled to you for free – you gave up the only form of real protection in this world, for what?"
Silence. Locke's face looked puzzling.
"Money? … The Empire?"
Shadow very slightly slumps his shoulders and shows a posture never before seen by anything living. He points his index finger toward Locke.
"If you were any other person in this world, you would be dead by now to get this close to me. But instead I thank you, and nothing more."
Shadow turns around and continues walking. Locke follows after a moment.
"That's what I'm talking about. A little compassion – can't get anywhere in this world without it."
Locke looks around a little after he says this, but the next thing he feels is the wind of Shadow's katana brushing up against his neck, centimeters away. Shadow's fierce eyes strike a chord in Locke and says,
"Don't you ever do that again."
Locke slowly shows his hands as if surrendering, but Shadow shifts his eyes slowly downward toward the earth. He sheathes his blade. Shadow gives Locke one final glance in the conversation, then they both continue walking as if it never happened.
End. That's it, and that's how I like to write it, raw. If you like it, let me know, and maybe I'll write more. Of course, they should be longer than this.