[It doesn't take long for Neo to collect the ingredients required for the antidote. He's quick, efficient, and extremely skilled at combing through data for exactly what he needs, so it takes less than twenty minutes to obtain both the information he needs and the ingredients. Still, it feels entirely too slow and he finds himself missing his original form. The heightened speed would be preferable compared to his strength now that he's no longer fighting. If he had a Chaos Emerald, he could warp using Chaos Control (taken from a certain Ultimate Lifeform) but he doesn't, meaning he has but one choice and that's to rely on his subpar speed.
It isn't good enough. He isn't good enough.
Voices catch his attention as he enters the apartment building, jetting up the stairs with ease to land on the floor. His gaze pierces the walls to locate the lifeforms in his own apartment - still two heartbeats. Good, he finds himself thinking. After all, Sonic isn't allowed to die yet.
Despite the urgency of the situation, his steps slow as the words start to register and as he recognizes that they're talking about him. Eavesdropping is not something he needs to do. If he needs an answer, he can simply ask a question. There's little point in listening in on conversations that he has no part in.
...And yet.
The more Sonic speaks - obviously he's still suffering with the effects of the poison and his injuries, meaning he is not quite in his usual state of mind - the more Neo wants to simply spike the ingredients into the ground and leave. It's not like it would be difficult. He's done the bare minimum to keep Sonic alive; someone else could handle the poison. It doesn't have to be him.
He doesn't have to fuel the hedgehog's misguided belief that he's a friend any further.
It takes him a moment to realize he's simply standing there, claws shaking from how hard he's gripping the herbs and bottle of panacea - and yet he hasn't managed to break them despite the blinding, all-consuming heat that threatens to overload his systems.
He has a voice now. He can enter the room and tell Sonic just how wrong and stupid he is for believing in something so utterly nonsensical. He could prove it, just by stabbing the hedgehog in his already-mangled ribs and putting an end to him - temporarily, sure, but one he won't soon forget. It's almost frustrating how easy it would be to prove him wrong. Why would he even want to consider them friends, of all things?
...And yet.
Neo doesn't bother to hide his footsteps as he enters the room. Let them know he's coming so they'll keep such stupid thoughts in their heads.]
Here. The requested items.
[His voice doesn't reflect any of his internal struggle - but then, why would it? He isn't organic. It's remarkably easy to hide everything behind the familiar lines of code that dictate his behavior in any and all circumstances.
Neo takes up a spot against the far wall, unblinking red eyes boring holes in Sonic's skull like maybe he can just beam his thoughts directly into his counterpart's brain without having to say a single word at all.
It doesn't matter what Sonic thinks or feels, or how truly misguided and stupid he is. If he wants to be wrong, then so be it. It will only make it easier to kill him when the time comes.
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It isn't good enough. He isn't good enough.
Voices catch his attention as he enters the apartment building, jetting up the stairs with ease to land on the floor. His gaze pierces the walls to locate the lifeforms in his own apartment - still two heartbeats. Good, he finds himself thinking. After all, Sonic isn't allowed to die yet.
Despite the urgency of the situation, his steps slow as the words start to register and as he recognizes that they're talking about him. Eavesdropping is not something he needs to do. If he needs an answer, he can simply ask a question. There's little point in listening in on conversations that he has no part in.
...And yet.
The more Sonic speaks - obviously he's still suffering with the effects of the poison and his injuries, meaning he is not quite in his usual state of mind - the more Neo wants to simply spike the ingredients into the ground and leave. It's not like it would be difficult. He's done the bare minimum to keep Sonic alive; someone else could handle the poison. It doesn't have to be him.
He doesn't have to fuel the hedgehog's misguided belief that he's a friend any further.
It takes him a moment to realize he's simply standing there, claws shaking from how hard he's gripping the herbs and bottle of panacea - and yet he hasn't managed to break them despite the blinding, all-consuming heat that threatens to overload his systems.
He has a voice now. He can enter the room and tell Sonic just how wrong and stupid he is for believing in something so utterly nonsensical. He could prove it, just by stabbing the hedgehog in his already-mangled ribs and putting an end to him - temporarily, sure, but one he won't soon forget. It's almost frustrating how easy it would be to prove him wrong. Why would he even want to consider them friends, of all things?
...And yet.
Neo doesn't bother to hide his footsteps as he enters the room. Let them know he's coming so they'll keep such stupid thoughts in their heads.]
Here. The requested items.
[His voice doesn't reflect any of his internal struggle - but then, why would it? He isn't organic. It's remarkably easy to hide everything behind the familiar lines of code that dictate his behavior in any and all circumstances.
Neo takes up a spot against the far wall, unblinking red eyes boring holes in Sonic's skull like maybe he can just beam his thoughts directly into his counterpart's brain without having to say a single word at all.
It doesn't matter what Sonic thinks or feels, or how truly misguided and stupid he is. If he wants to be wrong, then so be it. It will only make it easier to kill him when the time comes.
For now, Neo can wait.]