Though the tale was sad, the voice behind it was anything but. The thick of the silence between Shadow's query and Sonic's response was laced with fervent emotions bred under blue skin, concealed within his breast and occasionally borrowed by his face. There in that moment, just the two of them, he was saying so much more than words could reveal. In a way, it was his native language to simply exist, though it never stopped him from running his mouth given the chance.

He simply didn't need to most of the time. Speaking only supplemented what he was good at: taking action. Though action was hardly the word here, Sonic's body language brought understanding in mounds.

"Chip?" Sonic echoed, eyes rolling back to Shadow from their Chao. "He went back to sleep."