The ring deposits you all safely outside the base and seals up afterwards. Neo Metal Sonic doesn't chase after you, which is something of a mercy.
What's significantly less of a mercy is the sky - it's gone dark and ominously stormy, though the clouds spark not with lightning, but with that same green Chaos Energy you've been facing this entire fight. Worse still, there are now far, far too many robotic planes filling the sky - the Egg Fleet seems to go on endlessly, as far as you can see. Though perhaps it would be more accurate to call it the Neo Metal Sonic Fleet.
Sonic and friends arrive shortly, looking pretty banged up but otherwise still healthy enough to make it here, though they stare up at the sky with obvious concern.
"O...kay, this is definitely not what any of us were expecting."
"We will have to take the fight to them, it seems."
"Easier said than done, I'm afraid... I'm not sure how to pinpoint their leader's exact location to send you all with a ring..."
A jolt of green lightning flashes across the sky and Neo Metal Sonic's voice rings out.
"I expect to see you onboard my fleet in one week's time. That includes you, my loathsome copy."
It seems you don't really have much of a choice. For now, tend to your wounds and try to regroup; you've earned a break after today.
[ More lets Void Archives speak, work through it on their own terms. Distraught like this, their self-image seems more unstable than usual, reminding More more of the mindscape than of the times spend together in Chicago. A sorry state unbefitting of someone so vibrant. ]
It was... It made me feel as though I were wholly the originator of my soul. Ridden by complete despair, incapable of believing in anything or anyone. When that spell was cast on me, all I wanted was for everything to end.
I know that I once felt this way, when I was still an ordinary living man. It is the state I most fear returning to.
[ There's a moment of silence on Void Archives' end.
As they digest what More has to say, with him relating those feelings of a different kind, something so fiercely powerful in its wretched state, even Void Archives has enough sense to understand it. First, he nearly died, and then was forced to relive such despair?
They're reminded of something first and foremost:
The nightmares, the visions, the suffering for those behind all of that...and now, this. It infuriates them intensely, and for a moment, snaps something within them so hard that it feels like they can even feel it in their throat. Then, it inevitably spills outward... ]
...We'll have to destroy him. Of course, I had no doubt that it was what we would always do. It's only fair, since he is trying to kill us all so thoroughly.
Ahh, wouldn't it be wonderful? To invite such misery upon him as well...I believe it would be truly a sight.
[ Their hands clench tightly to fists; they don't know if they can even hold onto rage for long - negative emotions leave them easily and they are fleeting, like the ghost of a breath. But, right now? It feels infinite. ]
If we could figure out to make him suffer, to beg for mercy, with no intentions of granting it...I would truly enjoy it!
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It was... It made me feel as though I were wholly the originator of my soul. Ridden by complete despair, incapable of believing in anything or anyone. When that spell was cast on me, all I wanted was for everything to end.
I know that I once felt this way, when I was still an ordinary living man. It is the state I most fear returning to.
[ So, yeah. It sucked really really badly. ]
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[ There's a moment of silence on Void Archives' end.
As they digest what More has to say, with him relating those feelings of a different kind, something so fiercely powerful in its wretched state, even Void Archives has enough sense to understand it. First, he nearly died, and then was forced to relive such despair?
They're reminded of something first and foremost:
The nightmares, the visions, the suffering for those behind all of that...and now, this. It infuriates them intensely, and for a moment, snaps something within them so hard that it feels like they can even feel it in their throat. Then, it inevitably spills outward... ]
...We'll have to destroy him. Of course, I had no doubt that it was what we would always do. It's only fair, since he is trying to kill us all so thoroughly.
Ahh, wouldn't it be wonderful? To invite such misery upon him as well...I believe it would be truly a sight.
[ Their hands clench tightly to fists; they don't know if they can even hold onto rage for long - negative emotions leave them easily and they are fleeting, like the ghost of a breath. But, right now? It feels infinite. ]
If we could figure out to make him suffer, to beg for mercy, with no intentions of granting it...I would truly enjoy it!