Shadow gave a frustrated mixture of a growl and a sigh, the irritation building dangerously within him. Was Sonic really that terrible logistically? Of course he was. He surely wouldn't realize the science behind dreams contradicted his statements. He just wasn't a bright enough bulb.

He brought a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, tension coursing through his entire body, all the way to his fingertips. He had to wonder why he worried about him and his safety in the first place.

"These are dreams," he hissed, "meaning that these sprout from your subconscious. Whether or not it is for the better, you are supposed to know something of it." That was seriously the simplest explanation. It wasn't rocket science.