You... what have you done?
[Evening, D_M. Observe if you will the blonde dude before you in the black leotard and with the belt-wrapped around his eyes. That is if you can turn your eyes away from the huge, vaguely dragon-like black monster sprouting from his shadow that's currently slithering this way and that, not quite sure what the hell is even going on anymore.]
I ceased to be, yet now I am. He is still dead, yet I feel neither pain nor decay. You... resurrected me?
... I see. A new life given in expectance of servitude. To be at your beck and call, instead of his.
Humans never learn, do they?
[Aaand que a brief silence as the shadowbeast-thingie mulls over options, life, choices that may not have been the best at the time and other assorted things shadowbeasts may mull over.]
By all means, see where this takes us. But should it end in death, well... if you've observed my life as closely as you claim, you can't say you weren't warned.