Tavros' cheeks have a touch of brown to them. "Uhh... how am I strong?"

"You're not," his shadow scoffs, waving his lance as if to threaten him. "You can't stand up for yourself, and you don't even know how to fight. All you're good at are stupid wrigglers' games. And you only ever play them by yourself!"

Tavros' shadow turns to Aradia again. "I'm not like that. I actually have an alimentary tract. I know how to defend myself, if I need to!"

Tavros frowns and looks down at the hole. "I want to, but—"

"He can't!" his shadow whines. "So why would you want to save him?"