[Lott puts his chin in his hand, studying Macaque a few moments. Then his eyes drift down, the color vanishing from them, leaving just white behind as he looks at the shadows around him.]

Even a shadow whose become bitter and hateful to their owner, the sort of shadows evil beings like to use in dark magic assassination attempts, still feel devotion. They cannot deny the want to be close. Even if that close is a blade to the heart.

To be seen.

All shadows want to be seen and if you can make a shadow feel it, they will give that devotion to you too.

There is no word for it. Love is closest.