TO THE DEPTHS
Other scenes had appeared in the depths of his mind that became apparent simply by attending to them without malicious judgment. Different scenes (or not so different in reality as they all repeated the same intention) that always marked the same feeling, that so lost and longed for by a whole life. The feeling of family. The nucleus of a cell, the root of a tree, the burst of combustion of a flame. Where was the main slavon of the whole set of events that was his life? That he didn't even believe it was life, but that it was just a series of events floating in the air of an unstable mind. Well, here it is. Bubbling from head to toe. Here is the containment shackle, the first to hold the rest of the chain so long and heavy, tangled and rusty.
Why do everything that was done? Why pursue or not pursue? For the memory and the sweet taste of his family. That which was once so good at its foundation. But what am I saying? Why make all this so intellectual? What is the reason for such an explanation for something that everyone knows about? How different can Shadow be to everyone? How different can he be to anyone who was born? He does not know it yet, but he is identical to a common animal, like those mentioned in previous chapters, if essence is the case.
What is more common, ordinary and popular than the family? He, who did not allow himself to be any of these qualities.
Suddenly he knew that the containment shackle was nothing more than a ghost. That it had actually existed many years ago but was no longer there. He was horrified, he came face to face with his innermost fear. He thought he would never recover his mental health. Finally he could see the terror that scourged his life's sustenance so clear, like a curse, like a diabolical worm that ate, corroded and burned with its acidic body what little life was left in his heart.
Sonic woke up because of the water falling on his face and because he felt that there was a strong earthquake on the ground as the whole hammock was shaking and vibrating. It was very hot and this made him jump up to see what was happening to nature. However, due to the darkness he could not see anything. He looked down and touched the boiling body of Shadow.-Shadow?-he asked. He thought a disease had taken hold of him. He would have wanted to throw Sonic away with all the hatred in the world and then rise up to gnaw of contempt on himself for not having been able to prevent the extermination of his family, on the human race for having ripped that away from him and dragged him into madness, and on all the families of the world who reminded him of how fatefully lonely and empty the rest of his almost immortal life will be. But he couldn't move because that worm was consuming the last bits of his judgment. He became paralyzed. He hated Sonic for watching him crazier than ever. However, for some unknown reason, Sonic kept his mouth shut and hugged him, like hugging a boiler on high heat, kissed him on the cheekbone, held him tight in that kiss, and this incredibly stupid and miserable action (for the insignificant in the face of something so immeasurable) finished with the stupid and miserable worm and everything he had done inside Shadow. It was as if Sonic's hand had taken the worm and easily squeezed it with his fingers, turning it into useless slime. He saved him again. He was a true legendary hero.
Shadow was once again a thread of life. He was on the outside what he was on the inside. He had to be rebuilt on the basis of love, softness and benevolence. And to leave behind once and for all the rudeness with which Shadow beat this fine thread every day. Sonic taught him without words how to do himself good, and Maria, who stood on the other side of the hammock, happily approved of every gesture, every delicate and understanding manoeuvre that Sonic gave him.
