He knew it. He knew it all too well. There was no way that wasn't the case. Shadow wasn't necessarily trying to be pessimistic, but he had this feeling that's how it was going to be. It was something with the weight of Sonic's tone as he spoke of him, his friend, Chip.

He was never going to see him again, yet he still regarded him as friend, just as he did for Maria.

He sympathized, and albeit hesitantly for a second, he showed it, shuffling closer and nuzzling his nose up against his snout, tail twitching behind him. The smallest, sweetest hum came from him, something of comprehension, of deep understanding.

"Sonic..."