Well, that cleared things up about how much control they had. Hajime stopped pawing at the steel, his breath catching behind clenched teeth. They were trapped in there, slaves to programming, completely cut off from their own hearts. All he could detect under the cold, unfeeling shell before him was the distinct sense of wrongness.

Fury and fear set him shaking, as he looked at the thing before him. What was he supposed to do? Back off, so easily? Every second contained in there had to be hell. On the other hand, he couldn't do much if he was shot up.

"You can't do this." He spoke to the robot as much as Eggman, not taking his eyes off the lenses of the Prawn. "The soul isn't a tool. It can't be used like this."