Oh, um…
[ He shifts on his stool, still too tall for him, and swings his legs, looking around. ]
Just the usual! There’s the Tornado, fixing some specifications for it, there are some little communicators that I’m working on, so they can access the database I have here, as well as communicate with GUN and regular phones, like standard. And uh…
[ His eyes fall on a wheelchair, flipped upside down, with a toolbox next to it. The beginnings of a motor is attached to the underside, but even then, there’s a thin layer of dust on some sections. I started that when he first lost his legs. It gets harder to work on it. I…
I don’t wanna think about it… ]
…yeah! [ A shaky giggle. He pauses before he speaks again, his voice a little smaller. ] You sound like you’re not doing as well as you’d like…
I’m fine, dude.
[ The reassurance is firmer this time. He’s slowly getting there. Slowly collecting himself. Slowly fixing… slowly…
Oh, hopefully it doesn’t start to bleed as a result of his stupidity. He can’t wait until Shadow finds out and yells at him for it. Can’t wait whatsoever. That will be a fun experience.
He shivers, and hopes it’s not audible on the fun, like he feels like the sudden pounding of his heart is. ]

Why are you working on stuff for GUN, anyway? Those jerks don’t know what they’re doing.
[ Never mind the fact that Shadow works with them.
I wanna go to sleep… I feel so tired and numb. I don’t even care about GUN. I don’t care about Tails’s projects.
I want to care and that’s why I should sleep. ]
[ He could barely stop the tears from coming, and he cursed himself for it. No matter how he could slice it, he was...
[ Sonic’s ears folded down as he heard Tails’s weak voice, and all pain that he’d felt for himself completely dissolved....