Infinite sits alone in a room at Resistance HQ. His mask is gone, and he has a metal plate affixed over his right eye. He is visibly nervous, but tries to hide it behind an intimidating expression. Amy walks into the room.
AMY: Hello, Infinite. Or is there another name I should call you now that you're no longer Eggman's weapon?
INFINITE: Just Infinite.
AMY: All right, then. Let me explain what's going to happen now that you're under the care of the resistance.
INFINITE: Don't sugar coat it, Rose. I'm your prisoner, and we both know it.
AMY: That's not how I want to look at it. There's no chains of cages here. No torture, no interrogations. That's not how we do things.
INFINITE: But you're not going to let me go, either.
AMY: Not right away. You kept Sonic confined for six months, so I think it's only fair we do the same. After that, you're free to go. No questions asked.
INFINITE: Six months? Why should I believe you? If you let me go, then I'd be free to kill whoever I want. Don't think that that doesn't include you.
Amy shrugs.
Without your powers, you're not that much of a threat. Even if you do go back to wreaking havoc, it's a minor concern at best.
INFINITE: And what's to stop me from just running?
AMY: Well, obviously we have both Sonic and Shadow on our team, and they're pretty much tied for being the least outrunnable.
Infinite springs out of his chair and gets up in Amy's face. She doesn't flinch.
INFINITE: Is that a threat? You think you can scare me? Even without the Phantom Ruby, I'm still dangerous. Don't FUCK with me, Rose.
AMY: I'll keep that in mind. Now please sit down.
Infinite snarls at her, but realizing he doesn't have any better options, he does as she asks.
AMY: As I was saying, we're not going to interrogate you, but we are going to talk. Every day. Not forcibly though. We only talk for as long as you want to. You could tell me to fuck off right now, and I'd leave.
INFINITE: Then why would I tell you anything at all?
AMY: Got anything else to do?
INFINITE: Fine, I'll bite. What do you want to know?
AMY: I want to know about you. Let's start with the obvious. Why join up with Eggman? And don't tell me it's for the money. Every organized fighting force on the planet sees Eggman as an enemy. Work with him, and you're basically destroying your future career options as a mercenary.
INFINITE: Maybe I just wanted to be on the winning side. Eggman's powerful. Seemed like the smart choice.
AMY: Then you're either stupid, or you're completely unaware of Eggman's track record. Sonic and the rest of us have beaten him every time.
INFINITE: Fine, you want to know the REAL reason?
He grins, showing all his teeth.
INFINITE: It's the fear. There are two types of people in this world; those who inspire terror, and those pathetic, cowering things who run from us. There's no other rush like it. Why else would anyone want to play the villain?
Amy considers this for a moment.
AMY: Well, that's certainly an attractive worldview. Especially if you find yourself in the former category. But here's what I think: people are messy and multidimensional, and any time you try to boil them down to a simple member of a binary category, you're dramatically oversimplifying things. So, Infinite…
She steeples her fingers.
AMY: … What makes you feel afraid?
Infinite snarls.
INFINITE: This conversation is over.
Amy stands up and turns to leave.
AMY: Very well. I'll see you tomorrow. But before I go, that last question obviously struck a nerve. I'd encourage you to think critically about why that is.
INFINITE: Leave.
She does. She passes Shadow in the hallway, who is reclining against the wall.
SHADOW: How'd it go?
AMY: Hmm. Hard to say. I want to do everything in my power to make him open to changing for the better, but it's a tricky situation. I at least learned that he has a psychological need to establish dominance through fear. Probably caused by some deep-seated insecurity of his own. That's the way these things usually are.
SHADOW: You think it's even worth trying to redeem this creep? He's killed a lot of people who didn't deserve it.
AMY: I don't know. He's a monstrous war criminal, and I don't know if I can fix that with a little talk therapy. I just know that I wouldn't feel right if I didn't at least try.
SHADOW: And what if six months passes and nothing has changed?
AMY: Then I suppose you'll figure out your own solution to that problem.
SHADOW: Hmm.
AMY: By the way, what's your connection to Infinite? He got awfully jumpy when I mentioned your name. You two have history?
Shadow scowls in deep concentration.
SHADOW (internal): Hmm, a one-eyed jackal...
SHADOW: Nope. I've got nothing.