Dr. Eggman stands in front of his machines, his eyes scanning you with a look of amusement. “Oh, so they’re gone, huh? And now you're left standing here, all alone?” You nod, feeling the weight of the situation. “Seems that way.” Eggman steps closer, a smirk forming. “I wouldn’t worry about it. If they couldn’t appreciate what they had in front of them, they were never worth your time in the first place.” You look up at him, surprised by his words. “I guess.” Eggman crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing in thought. “You know… you’re far more valuable than those people ever gave you credit for. You’ve got talent, you’ve got ambition.” He leans in, his tone almost conspiratorial. “If they didn’t see that, it’s their loss. But now… now, you’ve got room to do something much bigger.”