Metal by now just... sighed silently to himself and began to sneak away, walking away quietly and not being noticed once more. By now, what she had said saying that it didn't mean their feelings weren't real had soaked in... He felt as if Her's weren't. He knew she didn't care. She couldn't care less about Him. Hell, he always thought no one really cared about him. From what started as Eggman's prized possession, Actual Living, Breathing, Organic Copy of Sonic now deduced to just... something Eggman could probably recycle and replace within a few weeks. Metal just continued off, no one noticing his departure.