I've always leaned further towards nighttime, I think.

When I can't /see/ my goal, it makes seeing it /through/ all the more...

...Well, /illuminating/, I guess! Eheh.

[He couldn't help but be slightly amused at Silver's dilemma, here.]

So you come to the past for a hit of chaos, do you?

[His fingers tap along his upper arm, both folded over his chest.]

I'm sure some of us could relate.

[He wasn't sure what he expected, but anything that pulled him out of this loop he was in was probably healthy for him.

Healthy didn't always feel right, he supposed.]

Of course not.

Since you're not bursting with excitement, I assume the future is secure. For now, at least.

[He cascades that watchful gaze along the rooftops beneath the both of them, letting a small exhale leave his nose.

Beneath that pristine, fresh pair of white gloves, Shadow's bruised fists clench tight.]

Something like that.

You'd know better than me. For all I know, it could have been a mere few minutes since the last time you visited, from your perspective.

[He shrugs.]

I'll take your word for it.

[The energy was unmistakeable. The deceptively soft hum of the dangerously powerful hedgehog's psychokinesis.]

Silver.

[Turning his head to look.]

[Stepping up to the ledge of a skyscraper, looking down upon the city below with a watchful scowl.]

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