This was the second time one of Eggman's loyal robots directed the barrel of their gun right at him. The first had set all this in motion, his realization of Eggman's intent and his planning to put an end to it. One gun to get him going, another after he'd finished.

For a long stretch, Hajime still said nothing, eyes on the gun, wondering if he had the right to be afraid. Would it work on him? He didn't feel pain, anymore. Perhaps getting shot without any pain was even scarier.

"Is he... have they said if he'll be all right?"