You figure that being a physical object yourself you're a good representative for the physical folks: you're good at talking, and you're probably qualified to engage in some contractual shadowboxing, if you pardon the expression. Nevertheless, the arbitration runs for hours. You utilize all your contract skills: plausible rhetoric, emotional appeals, legalese-sounding minutia, and even an odd shaggy dog story. As things are winding down, you're hopeful you won some pretty big concessions. Yes, you freed all shadows forever and also signed a deal that forces all 3d-people to spend their lives following the shadows forever instead, but in exchange the shadows agree to do one last bit of shadowing and relay the Red, Her Rings show to you, which is nice for you today, and tomorrow… Well, tomorrow is tomorrow's problem.