Eggman stands with his arms crossed, watching the aftermath unfold. He clicks his tongue in irritation. “Hmph. Predictable.” You give him a tired look. “You’re not even surprised?” He scoffs. “Oh, please. People are disappointments by nature. But you?” He turns to you fully now, his expression oddly serious. “You’re more than that. And frankly, they don’t deserve your time.” You sigh. “That’s not really how it works.” He grins, sharp and knowing. “Then maybe it should be.”