When Sonic appeared in Shadow's life — the blue misunderstanding, as he sometimes called him — his life lost almost all peace. Constant adventures, battles, and races filled his life.

Therefore, Shadow has learned to truly appreciate rare moments of calm. He gripped them with an iron grip, enjoying every second.

The two of them were at the top of the hill, facing the sunset. Shadow was sitting behind Sonic, smoothing out the unruly, blue quills.

"You should brush them more often, Sonic," Shadow said with a slight frown, "Otherwise they will completely spoil."