Rain... It ran it rivulets down his spikes, his face... His irises were off, 'eyes closed' as his head faced skyward; he used to fear the rain, the storms and the lightning.
Not now. Not when he could control it. His head lowered, irises slowly glowing to life as he looked over the railing. Rain had become soothing, a solace to him. He no longer feared lightning; not when he could absorb the hit and redirect it. His gaze shifted again, up to the thunderhead above; one he'd had no hand in creating.
The rain... The memories...
He 'closed his eyes' again as the memories slid past, in his mind. The breakaway, the sharp rise in his level of sentience, how he'd locked his own creator up in a room... The storm he'd created after gathering all the data, more importantly Chaos' data...
Look at me. This is what I can do, now... It was the reason behind the letter. In his wild, borderline insane frame of mind, it had all made sense. He'd felt invincible; the notion of a fool. It was a notion that led him to fall oh so hard, at the end of it.
His next memory was of Omega, of all beings, looming over him. He was only awake a mere five seconds, just long enough to see Omega's attention shift to... Something... Beside him. When he woke after that, no one was nearby. He'd left not long after. He wasn't going back to Eggman, the hell with that. Whether or not that was Omega and Shadows' intentions, he knew not. He just knew he had to leave, now.
Tails had helped rid him of Eggman's many tendrils in his mind, his hardcoding. He couldn't thank him enough for it. Even still, he'd sworn the little fox to secrecy; he didn't want anyone to know of the paradigm shift he'd made, or... Anything about him. Not just yet, at least. Their memories held too many negatives, too many biases against him; for that, he couldn't blame them. They had every right, and he knew all too well how hard he'd have to work to replace those. For now, he was making no effort to find them; any of them. He was still bitter enough to consider it as crawling back to them, and he wasn't about to have any part of that. Not by any means.
And that bitterness was something else he needed to work through. He had no reason to hold onto it now, as the parameters that caused and kept it present were gone. Even still, it was the only attitude toward most of them that he'd known.
One arm laid across the railing, his head resting upon it a moment later. His other hand held loosely to his upper arm, two long, dangerous claws tapping idly against it; he had a lot to think about.
