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Silver never was that avid of a dreamer. He rarely ever remembered the imaginary scenarios cook up by his slumbering mind and the ones he managed to not forget were mostly innocuous in nature. He supposed it had to be a gift since he knew there was an abundance of past experiences and traumas from living in a desolate future that would be ample fuel for nightmares. However, this time was much different from any kind of dream he’d had before.

He felt warmth. A blistering heat. A hotness that engulfed all other senses. He could smell the thick smoke invading his lungs making every breath a struggle of massive proportions. His eyes watered blurring any chance of clear vision that hadn’t already been clouded by smoke. He felt as if the world around himself was nothing but fire. But, Silver wasn’t scared or afraid. He didn’t fear the fire in the slightest. All he felt was anger and disgust towards it all, a burning hatred even more fiery that the flames that cloaked the world.

“What’s the point of this? It’ll never end!”

He could just barely make out a person in the distance slam their fist into a nearby charred column. Without any context, he didn’t have the slightest clue as to what they were talking about but they seemed to still ring deep into the hedgehog’s mind. He could almost relate to the sheer exhaustion that the stranger was plagued with. That they were running themselves down thin, repeating something over and over and over again with the naive expectation that the outcome will somehow change despite it. Another figure appeared from seemingly no where to quickly admonish the stranger’s outburst.

“Calm down ———”

He couldn’t make out any specific features of this second person, only that they held a stern tone yet feminine inflection. Despite being so unsure of this individual’s identity, he felt as if he’d known them for all of his life.

“Then tell me what we should do. How can we completely destroy——-?”

“By knowing the truth, of course.”

The third an final figure emerged from above, a dark silhouette who blended in well with the wreckage blackened from flames. They stood high atop a tower of crushed concrete, hands raised to the sky as if in prayer. They continued.

“Just as a flower comes from a seed, or a chicken comes from an egg, everything has an origin.”

An origin, what was the origin? What was the origin to all of this? What was his origin? He so desperately wanted an answer. Something that’d lead him in the right direction of saving the future. But if knowledge of the past was the answer then what was his past? Silver looked down at the palms of his hands, eyes wide with a realization undiscovered up until now.

“Who...who am I?”

All three figures turned to stare down at him, gazes as cold as a corpse. The first one he’d seen had been the one to provide an answer for this life shattering question. They walked closer, finally letting him see who they were. They were him, he was the figure. In his own voice the reflection gave it’s response.

“You’re-“

He woke up.

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"You alright?"

Silver awoke with a sudden gasp, shooting up from where he previously lied on the ground. This gasp of surprise would be quickly followed with a yelp as he’d soon remember that he’d definitely broken something. Thankfully the broken bone in question was in his arm, meaning he wouldn’t have to worry about it poking into anything important. But that could wait for later because at the moment Silver had about the worst headache imaginable. He at first stumbled up to gratefully accept Shadow’s aide, only to soon push him away after a swell of nausea took over, causing him to blow chunks on the ground, making sure as to not accidentally puke onto Shadow’s shoes.

Once he was finished barfing up his lunch, Silver quickly went back to leaning onto Shadow for support, unable to walk steadily on his own. Based on the dizziness, nausea, and taking on blunt force trauma from a swift kick to the back of the head, the likelihood of having a concussion was worryingly high. He’d have to worry about that later as his support didn’t seem to be in a much better condition either. Together Silver and Shadow looked about as beat up as anyone could be, a miasma of bumps and bruises littering the both of them. If Silver wasn’t so dazed then he’d might have laughed at the sorry sight that was the two of them. Now though, he was really just focusing on not puking again.​
 
Shadow helped walk Silver back to the base. His injuries not as bad as Silver's but if he weren't the Ultimate Lifeform and he was anyone else would be considered life threating. In the distance he heard Rouge yell to Cream that they were comming back.
 
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As he and Shadow hobbled back to into the base, Silver could vaguely hear the sound of Rouge shouting as well as the worried fretting coming from Cream, accompanied by her two (or maybe just one, he was having a serious case of double vision) chao. Too groggy to give a proper response, Silver’s reply came out more as incoherent grumbling than action words. His brain felt as if it’d been stufted with cotton, making any hard thinking quite the struggle. All he really wanted to do was take the longest nap but he knew that it wouldn’t a good idea in the slightest. He’d need to wait for the more egregious symptoms to mellow out before it’d be safe to enter blissful sleep. Thankfully, if he’s lucky then he’d only have to wait for three hours until it’d alright for him to rest.

Unfortunately though there was also the issue of his broken arm. That’d likely require a cast in order for the bone to fully heal, an annoyance for someone who tended to rely on his hands for telekinesis. Nevertheless things could have always been worse. Honestly, Silver was quite lucky to alive considering the sheer strength of Nazo.

Catching sight of a nearby couch, Silver finally left Shadow’s side, landing onto the cushioned seat making sure not to hit his injured arm on anything.​
 
Shadow let out a sigh and walks to Silver. Grabing his real emerlad and puting it in his quills. A green glow surrounds his hand and he grabs Silver's broken arm. Healing the broken bone. "That's all I can heal in my currenet condition. Sorry."
 
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Silver gave a slight nod in Cream’s direction as she scurried away to find Vanilla. Silver knew a bit or two about treating concussions after having to treat fellow survivors back in the future but it would be rather unlikely that he’d be able to provide the same level of treatment on himself. Speaking about treatment, the grey hedgehog noticed Shadow following him over to the couch, putting the emeralds back into his spiny quills before gently holding onto Silver’s arm. He’d let out a small whine and winced at the motion but the viridescent aura that encompassed Shadow’s gloved hand would heal any of the remaining pain.

Once it was clear Shadow did all he could, Silver slowly flexed his arm to check that it was all in working order. Seeing as it didn’t seem to hurt the hedgehog concluded that it was all good to go. Thankfully now he wouldn’t have to worry about wearing any troublesome casts or slings. Smiling at his newly healed arm, Silver expressed his gratitude with a quiet yet sincere “Thank you”. As well, seeing the chaos emerald perfectly safe did help to lift Silver’s mood a bit. They’d managed, or well Shadow managed to keep the crystal from Eggman’s or Nazo’s grasp. They truly were one step closer to saving the future.​
 
Vanilla walks in "allow me to clean and dress your wound and rest after its done ok Silver" She cleans his wound and puts bandages on his arm "don't get up now it will open your wounds"
 
"I'll be on a walk. I'll be fine. No one I've ever met is as strong as Nazo." The edgelord leaves right then and there not bothering to wipe the blood from his battle off.
 
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Silver sat still as he let Vanilla dress his wounds, every roll of bandages making him look more and more like some kind of mummy. As he waited for her to finish one of Cream’s Chao, Cochola, somehow managed to end up in his lap, sitting quite comfortably without any intention’s of moving, meaning that Silver would have even further of a reason to sit as still as he could possibly be. For these reasons he couldn’t get up to admonish Shadow for leaving without so much as cleaning the dirt and blood off of himself. “Don’t stay out for too long, the last thing we’d need is the ultimate lifeform getting an infection from not cleaning his wounds.” Silver sighed, clearly too tired to push the subject any further.

Speaking about wounds, Silver own had finally been taken care of by Vanilla. Making sure to think the mother for her hard work, Silver maneuvered himself as to get more comfortable in his seat, making sure as to not wake up the now sleeping Chao. As he sat there his mind began to drift towards the dream he’d had after getting hit by Nazo. What was the meaning of it? Silver knew that dreams typically didn’t tend to have any explanation besides the mind working in strange ways but for some reason this time felt...different. The sensations, sights, and sounds had almost been familiar to the hedgehog, as if he’d been living a memory. And those other two figures, who were they? As Silver sat contemplating the meaning behind such strange visions, he became more and more drowsy, finally resting after a long day of time travel and fighting, joined by his little Chao companion.​
 
Shadow had still been out and it'd been past three hours. He had been walking around the closest town to see if he couldn't find another Chaos Emerald. He'd lied to Silver saying he was going for a walk but the realility of it is. Shadow never did anything calm and relaxing like just walking. He always had some other motive to do so. He had recived odd glances due to his wounds. He ignored them. He contiuned searching in even the most unexpected of places such as dumpsters. After another two hours so a total of five. It began to snow and Shadow had wasted so much time looking that things got bad quickly and Shadow could tell this was a blizzard. He didn't have enough energy to teleport to the base so he began the two hour walk back. He was being blown around by the snow. He knew what to expect what he was going to get when he got back. He was expected to be lectured by everyone.
 
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By the time Shadow finally arrived back to the base Silver was still lying on the couch, cuddled with Chocola as the two slept soundly together. The poor guy definitely needed the rest considering all he’d been through in the past day. Nevertheless, because of his unconscious state Silver didn’t notice Shadow come back from his little “walk”.​
 
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Shadow notices Silver asleep and lets out a sigh of relief. He wasn't in the mood to be lectured as he just walked for two hours in a blizzard. His quills had been iced over and his muzzle was as blue as Sonic which disgusted him. Though he supposed it was better then freezing to death. He hadn't bother going to start a fire instead he went straight to the kitchen to fix himself something to eat. He hadn't eaten for a few days now due to all his G.U.N missions and now he was stranded at the Freedom Fighter. His stomach growled as he made a sandwhich and took a handful of chips. He neatly put everything back the way it was and went to sit down at the table to eat.
 


Ah, this must be another dream. Rather than being in a city engulfed by fire, this time he was at quite the opposite location. Soft snow crunched beneath his boots with each step as he walked through the chilly weather. Another set of shoes could be heard alongside him and while he couldn’t see them, he could peculiarly enough tell on instinct that it was that of the stern voiced figure he’d encountered in his last dream.

The two of them seemed to be located at some kind of base in the mountains, as large concrete walls and searchlights could be seen around the area. He must have had just fought in some kind of battle as he felt the familiar sense of exhaustion that came from it. Nevertheless, he and the stranger continued moving onward until they stumbled upon something buried in the snow. Kneeling, he went to grab the object in question as the stranger informed him of what it was.

“That’s a Chaos Emerald”

A Chaos Emerald? What was that? He got up to turn to the stranger, finally recognizing who they were.

Blaze continued,

“It’s said this gem can transform your thoughts into power. Collect seven and a miracle’s supposed to happen. Keep it as a lucky charm.”

He looked back down at the peculiar gemstone in his hands while Blaze walked off. It glistened a deep rich blue as it reflected a beautiful dance of light across its surface. It was weighty in his gloved hand yet still the gem could be held comfortably in his palms. “It transforms your thoughts into power....” he repeated to himself. He’d never seen nor heard of such an object before, but could this supposed Chaos Emerald really have that power?

Before he knew it, Silver was pulled out from the dream and pushed back into reality.



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Silver’s eyes slowly peeled open as he arose from his slumber. Sluggishly he pulled himself off of the couch and into a proper sitting position, making sure as to not strain himself to badly. The sudden movement resulted in Chocola awakening as well with the little chao soon flying out of his arms to go look for their young rabbit owner soon after. Bidding the little creature adieu, Silver stretched his arms as he let out a long yawn, recovering from such a pleasant sleep. But still, that dream...Just where had it taken place? Why was there a chaos emerald, and what was Blaze doing there? Unfortunately there wouldn’t be any way of answers these questions so Silver decided to put it off for the moment.

“Mm...What time is it?” Silver mumbled to himself as he looked around the room for any kind of clock. Unfortunately there didn’t seem to be any in his immediate sights meaning he’d have to get up and actively search for one.

He’d prepare himself for lift off, counting down to one before using his energy to push himself off of the couch, hissing at the small aches that came from his recovering wounds protesting against the act. Finally, he was up. Without any further ado the grey hedgehog lumbered himself over to the kitchen where he knew for sure the current time would be on the microwave that resided there. There he’d notice the presence of Shadow who idly sat at the nearby table eating what appeared to be some kind of sandwich. On Silver’s way over to greet him, he’d swing by to check the time, learning that it was quite late into the night. “I must’ve slept for a while” He observed to no one in particular. With that out of the way Silver walked on over to the kitchen table, intending to give Shadow a friendly pat on the shoulder as a hello, only to recoil his fingers the moment he touched the other. “Christ, you’re freezing!!” Silver squeaked out at Shadow’s cold fur. He’d raise his arm and telepathically beckon for the cabinet with the lighter to open but hurriedly stopped himself after a jolt of pain rang through his head. Oh he almost forgot, he had a concussion didn’t he? Rather than do that again he instead manually went over, got the lighter, and lit the fire place. Sometimes Silver forgot just how much he relied on his psychokinesis to do basic tasks.

The wood cackled as embers floated up from it’s dancing flames. Silver couldn’t help but stare at the fire, almost like in an intrinsic trance. He’d quickly shake himself out of it and moved on to look for where they stored the blankets. Finding them, he’d drape a fuzzy pink blanket over Shadow’s shoulders and a yellow one over his own. Grabbing a nearby chair Silver finally sat himself down. “How was your walk, did you make sure to take care of your wounds after?” Silver yawned, rubbing away the remaining sleepiness from his eyes.

The lights in the kitchen were off and the ongoing blizzard blocked out any light that could come from the moon, meaning the only source of brightness came from the fireplace. He could just barely make out Shadow’s silhouette and with how dark the hedgehog’s fur was, it wasn’t like Silver could see if he’d actually gone and cleaned himself up.​
 
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"Not yet. As for my walk it was fine until the blizzard hit. Based on the amount of snow the sound of the wind I'd say we'll be snowed in for a few days. Reminds me of White Acrioplis or whatever that place Eggman built his base at that had nothing but snow, and a few trees. Just put the fire out I didn't light one for a reason." He says as he turns reveling his muzzle as blue as Sonic's quills.
 
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“You haven’t yet? Shadow it’s been hours since the fight, you wounds might get infected and-“ Silver stopped to sniff the air, his nose quickly catching on to the scent of old trash reeking off of Shadow. “...Nevermind, you should really shower first. If I didn’t know any better I might’ve thought you’d digger around in a dumper” Silver laughed quietly as he chided his elder. He couldn’t imagine someone as cool and collected as the ultimate lifeform partaking in such an embarrassing activity. Just the image in Silver’s mind made him giggle, though he quickly forced himself to stop as to not possibly offend his friend.

Silver listened as Shadow described a location that the black hedgehog had been reminded of. “White Acropolis? Hmm...I don’t think I’ve ever been, but it does sound like a pretty place! Well, besides the whole Eggman base thing.” For some reason The title reminded Silver of the peculiar dream he’d had just a bit ago, though that was likely just due to how both were set somewhere snowy. Maybe the dream had also just been a result in the drop of temperature. Besides that Silver truly thought the description Shadow provided sounded beautiful. It really didn’t take much for Silver to be impressed by the sights of the world, somehow the young hedgehog could find beauty in even the most strangest of places. He especially enjoyed the sight of trees and plants in general. The future tended to be rather barren of any kind of life in the slightest, meaning that Silver could only indulge in the sight of flora whenever he traveled to the past. Speaking about plants, Silver wondered how his garden was doing. He’d have to check on it later and start planting winter crops. From what he remembered from the plethora of farming guides he’s read, it’d be a smart idea to begin planting some carrots, beets, and onions. Oh! Blaze had also mentioned that broccoli and cabbage could be planted during the winter as well!

Silver was pulled out from his botanical planning as he quirked his brow in confusion reguarding Shadow’s request. Why would he be so against using a fireplace? It was cold, as evidenced by Silver small but noticeable shivering. Shadow himself however was a much bigger reason for keeping the fireplace a lit. The poor guy was freezing! “Why wouldn’t you want the fire-“ Silver lost his train of thought as he caught another whiff of the rank wafting off of Shadow, this time gagging a little at the stench. No yeah, that was one hundred and fifty percent the smell of somebody who had literally dived head first into a pile of hot garbage. “No...” Silver couldn’t help but let out in astonishment. “Shadow, you didn’t actually go through trash did you!? Your wounds could have gotten infected! You know what, I’ll put out the fire place on one condition. Please just take a shower and clean up your injuries”. Hoping to convince him further Silver added, “The hot water will probably warm you up too”

He could now clearly see that Shadow’s muzzle had taken on just the slightest blue tint, likely from having taken a walk during a literal blizzard. He was sure lucky he was the ultimate life because with all of the (excuse Silver’s language) bullcrap he put himself through, ignoring the fighting and battles entirely, Shadow would certainly be dead by now from not taking care of himself. Silver respected Shadow, he was like a mentor to him! But sometimes Silver couldn’t help but be reminded that the black hedgehog really could be quite irresponsible at times. It really put into perspective how he mentally he really was just a teenager, maybe only a year or so older than himself.​
 
"Fine." He walks off and takes a quick shower. Every once in a while he winces in slight pain as he reaches a injury. To his surprise he pulled a rock out of one of his injuries. He kept washing. Shadow had never been a fan of the heat but he used warm water. Water warm enough to clean him but not quite warm him up. He got out dried off and came back down.
 
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True to his word, Silver grabbed a cup of water and splashed it onto the enflamed wood, dousing the flickering fire until nothing was left. Though he’d begin to regret ever offering such a trade to begin with as the little heat that had kept the room at a passable temperature was now gone. Wrapping the yellow blanket tighter around himself, Silver waited for Shadow to finish up so he could go and groom himself as well. Though Silver did not smell as horribly as Shadow had, he was still covered in clumps of dirt and dust. Plus, he could at least temporarily warm himself up with the hot water. Thus, once Shadow exited the restroom, Silver would eagerly take his place.

Compared to the ultimate lifeform, Silver took his sweet time, letting the steaming water wash away all of his worries. Everything was a gift after all, how could he ever resist such wonderful sensations such as hot running water? However, the white hedgehog would eventually have to force himself out as the water began getting cold, basically telling him to his face that it was time to get out. Grabbing a nearby towel to dry his fur and quills, Silver got an idea.

Leaving the bathroom, he’d gather all of the remaining blankets, pillows, and sheets, plopping them all onto the couch. Carefully, he’d arrange it all into a temporary structure that could hold in heat better than any old blanket by itself could. While it wouldn’t replace the heat from the now extinguished fireplace, it’d be better than either him or Shadow getting frostbite. At least that was the excuse the young hedgehog used to rationalize his decision.

Silver waved over for Shadow to come on over to his childishly made fortress of feathers, cotton, and cloth. Out of the two of them there, it was clear that Shadow needed to be warmed up as much as he could. Blue skin was considered a possible sign of frost bite and while it didn’t appear that Shadow had actually reached the point of being frostbitten, letting him walk around as cold as he likely was would do nothing but harm to his friend. That meant it was Silver’s job to make sure that Shadow didn’t turn into an icicle!...A hedge-icicle?. Taking a deep breath, Silver prepared himself to use his telekinesis once again, thistime making sure that he wouldn’t strain himself too badly like last time. Slowly he’d telepathically drag one of the blankets from the fort over to him (a different one from the pink blanket. That one would definitely need a deep cleaning after Shadow touched it with his trash coated hands). Silver would motion for Shadow to wrap it around himself and to join the other inside of the newly blanket cocoon.

“A while ago Amy told me that this is called a “pillow fort”! Apparently you usually make them at something called a sleepover. Since we’re well, sleepingat the headquarters then this could also be considered my first proper sleep over.” Silver rambled despite Shadow likely already knowing all of those things already. “Though I’m sure this probably isn’t the exact way you’re supposed to have one. Hmm...Shadow, have you ever had a sleepover before?” If it’d been any one else to ask such a childish question to the ultimate lifeform himself one might have assumed that they were mocking him. But Silver wore his heart on his sleeve in such a way that made in clear he was sincere in his curiosity for the world. Despite his multiple visits to the past there was just so many new ideas and concepts that just didn’t exist two hundred years from now. There were so many new customs, traditions, and ideas that left Silver wide eyed and awestruck, eager to learn and experience everything the past had to offer.​
 
Shadow had let out a sigh. "No. Nor have I ever had as much free time on my hands as I'm about to. I've never taken vaction or had any sort of break. I was always on G.U.N missions and if not on a mission in a god damn hosptial. I never had vistiors and..." He stopped feeling like he was saying to much and knowing if he didn't stop. The anger he's been surpressing in which the commandar had been so rough on him. Just because he's the ultimate life-form could result in him transforming into his dark form. Shadow let out a sigh and clenched his fists at his side. "Sorry...I just can't really talk about my job or life without worry of when my Dark form might next arise."
 
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Had Shadow always had a dark form? Silver didn’t think he’d ever seen him enter it before. A possible reason may be with how long Silver would be gone from the past to take care of matters in the future he might have just happened to accidentally skip over the point of time when Shadow had first entered into his dark form. What even was this form though? If it ran off of the extreme emotions that Shadow felt then how powerful was it? Already the implications of it being named “dark” didn’t provide Silver any confidence in it. But, Silver didn’t want to push an already stressed out Shadow so he kept all of these questions to himself as he replied.

“No, yeah um- it’s alright. I guess that means we should make the most out of the time we have free then.”

Silver supposed he could sort of relate to Shadow’s predicament. Unlike the black hedgehog he didn’t have to follow the orders of any sort of higher up. However, Silver could understand the feeling of a lack of time which was quite ironic for the young time traveler. But it was true, when you had an apologetic disaster looming over your shoulder, every moment spent not preparing for it felt like time wasted on less important matters. Then, when Silver does vanquish the threat, another one simply pops up to replace it, continuing the cycle. It was honestly a miracle that Silver hadn’t given up yet considering the seemingly futile nature of it all. The young teen had been stuck in this cycle for so long with the fate of the world itself on his shoulders. It was honestly exhausting.

He didn’t want to admit it but sometimes on the harder days Silver strongly considered just giving up, going way into the past, and living out the rest of his life in relative peace, hopefully dying of old age before he himself would have to face the consequences of the world. Silver never let this consideration turn into anything serious though, giving up so easily just wasn’t his style. If there was even just the slightest chance that his actions would have the potential of saving the future then Silver was going to continue to keep doing this, futile or not. He’d rather die young trying to accomplish something than die old without ever doing anything to begin with.

But, as stressful as his own life may be, that didn’t matter. Shadow was the one who mattered at the moment. Silver needed to make sure that his friend would have a time that he could look fondly upon. But the question was, what did Shadow like to do? What did he enjoy? Thinking of a way to worm these answers out of his friend, Silver innocently chatted, “Well then, if you can’t talk about your work or life, let’s talk about something that makes you happy instead. Hmm...” Silver wracked his brain for a suitable topic.

“What’s your favorite color?”. Real creative Silver. The hedgehog almost rolled his own eyes at the sheer boringness of his question. But, considering just how little Shadow spoke about himself, it’d be better to start off with baby steps first.​
 
"I don't have one. I don't really like colors or much of anything. It's hard to when your best friend dies and your constantly know you can die at any moment. So I don't really pay much attention but I suppose Black since it seems to fit my life and personilaity perfectly."
 
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Silver hadn’t expected his answer to elicit such a bleak and depressing response to a relatively innocent question, causing him to stumble in his words from surprise. “B-black huh? Mine’s yellow” Silver sputtered out without thinking. This was going to be a whole that harder than he first thought it was going to be. But, Silver was nothing but adaptive. If he could get used to the inner workings of conversation after living most of his life all alone then he could get used to this too!

Still, Shadow’s response did reveal a bit more of the elder hedgehog’s elusive mindset. The death of his friend must have really affected him. Silver didn’t know much about her beyond what others had told him, that she had been killed by G.U.N over fifty years ago, but whoever she was it was clear that Shadow and her once had a very close relationship in order for her demise to have effect him so badly. One curiosity was why Shadow was working with the same organization that had been the direct cause of her death. He knew it had something to do with his “promise with humanity” but that was about as vague of an answer as one could get. But, it certainly wasn’t Silver’s place to pry so he left it at that.

Alright then what could he ask next? A noteworthy length of silence passed between the two hedgehog’s as Silver wracked his brain for another topic that wouldn’t lead down the same depressing route as the last. In the time of brainstorming Silver would quietly excuse himself to the kitchen, deciding to make the two of them some cocoa as he thought it all over. It took a bit but once the drinks were all finished he managed to come up with something that would likely work. As Silver handed a mug to Shadow he Inquired,

“Oh-Um What would be one thing you would want to do-like a hobby or career-if you weren’t working with G.U.N? Sometimes I like to think about the kinda life I’d have if I’d been born in this time period and didn’t have to save the future. It’s kind of silly but...I would have liked to been a farmer. Being in touch with nature and animal life, helping the community, and being under nothing but clear blue skies for days on end honestly sounds pretty amazing”.

Silver gave a small chuckle blushed in embarrassment of his own response but nevertheless continued, “It’s pretty dumb I know...but how about you? What would you do if you had nothing stopping you?”
 
He paused. For once in his life Shadow didn't have an answer. A solutuion. He had always been the one to come up with a fight plan. If it didn;t work think of an solution. Whatelse could he do? What else did he want. "I...I don't know. I've never thought that...I've been to busy to do so."
 

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