The three shapes finish forming, but stay a solid black in color. For a second they show no movement, then they rapidly transform into a mimic of the person most important to each of them. Tezztor's shade takes a female form, the form of a raptor he was courting but tragically died in the demon wars. "Foul magicss, why do you show her to me?" He thought to himself, fighting back tears. He tries to hide it from the others by acting like it doesn't bother him. But it couldn't be more written all over his scaley mug then it was right then. "I guess we gotta face something about ourselves that we never got over" he said shrugging