Sonic floated in the air, rotating and curled up in a ball.

This was better, he knew. Better than letting Sarah full control, than letting her torment her former friends. It was just better. He hoped the music, strange and likened to being high as it was, was comforting to Sarah, in much the same way it comforted him.

...No. It wasn't.

Sarah did not particularly like the way Sonic did things. Couldn't he see she was enacting justice? They took her life from her, so she took their lives from them.