Old threats are rearing their heads, the world is on the brink of destruction, and Shadow's very being is becoming something he doesn't recognize. Yet all he can think about are questions that aren't even relevant to the rising threat. When had he stopped hating every appearance of royal blue or when that annoying voice called out his name? When did he start looking forward to the sparring, the races, the constant push and pull of their dynamic? When did he start appreciating that the hedgehog existed? Why did those feelings change to this disgusting content that Shadow didn't know what to name?
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