by  runhurd
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"I never felt guilt before... Only the thrill of conquest, knowing I was building a better world, a safer world, a utopia where the great could stand atop the useless and weakling hordes. I stood over them all, Those egg-bosses, those grand-masters who served my will. Their ambition matched my own. I was always ten steps ahead. I was doing what was right...
So why do I feel heavy..."

"I'm not Eggman anymore. how could I be. I'm a smattering of mobian DNA impregnated with my former brilliance. I have no machine shop, no armies, and my failed experiments are running around besmerching my good name. what do I do now?"

"It's not like you to sulk. Are you alright in there?"

"yes yes kindra, just thinking of proper attire, how do you mobians keep clean with all this awful fur?