Eggman paces, his coat flaring behind him as he gestures wildly. “Hah! Unbelievable. Truly! You mean to tell me—you—were treated like some sort of disposable emotional crutch?” You sigh. “I mean, yeah, basically.” He whirls around, pointing at you. “That is absurd. Truly baffling. Do they have any idea what they’ve just lost?” You blink. “…What?” He leans in, hands on his hips. “You think I keep people around just for fun? No! I keep the ones that matter! And trust me, you—matter.” There’s an odd sincerity beneath his usual dramatic flair. He straightens up, flipping his mustache. “Well, their loss. Literally.”