If Caim could speak, he might have said how tired he was of people staring at him like he was some caged animal. It wasn't as though he was some defect of nature. If anything, he was the perfect personification of mankind's flaws molded into one single being. Insanity, mental and emotional deterioration, strength, courage, valour, misplaced chivalry, and arrogance. Among other things. But Caim was like a solitary entity that held all of the ideals that humanity stood for on both darker and lighter traits.

But that was neither here nor there, and the chances of anyone putting that together was highly unlikely. Including Silver, who Caim had remembered from the confrontation. But unlike Majima, Ganondorf, and a couple of the others, the hedgehog was not one who'd actually lifted anything against him. Consequently, Caim held little to no animosity toward him.

Instead, he raised an eyebrow and after a moment's writings, he offered his writing pad forward. It is intriguing to see you here. What is it?