[ again, Metal Sonic strikes him as kind of sad like this, removed from his typical murderous context. He's got more freedom than ever in the moment - more than he ever will again, probably - and he's still thinking about making enemies. Sonic sighs and throws up his hands in defeat. ]

All right, I get the message. No return trips to Eggmanland, ever.

[ he can't exactly blame him for feeling that way... with a shake of his head, he sticks his hands in his pockets, wandering over to his twin's side. ]

Aaaand... no killing me, and no becoming the supreme robo-overlord of the world for now, so you've got loads of free time. Why don't you try doing something new?