Shadow’s growl tore through the room—low, sharp, and trembling with barely contained rage. In one swift motion, his hand lashed out, the crack of the impact echoing off the walls as his palm struck Sonic’s cheek. Sonic’s head snapped to the side, a sting blooming across his skin, the world blurring at the edges for one dizzy heartbeat.

Shadow stood over him, chest heaving, eyes burning with a mix of fury and something far more wounded.

“How am I with someone so selfish and cruel?!” he roared, his voice splintering under the weight of frustration that had been building for far too long. “I wish I was never with your pathetic ass to begin with!”

The words weren’t just shouted—they were hurled like knives, each one landing heavier than the last. Shadow’s hands were shaking, not just with anger, but with the devastation of someone who felt cornered, unheard, and betrayed. The room felt smaller, the air tighter, as though the argument itself had pulled everything inward and left them both drowning in the aftermath.