It had taken an almost embarrassingly long time for Etho to get control of himself again.
After Bdubs had pulled him away, down to the sandy bottom where they couldn't be seen, he'd pressed his face into his hands and coiled his tail around himself, trying to regain his composure.
"Etho-- Etho what was that? They had Tango's voice." Bdubs asked, hands on Etho's upper arms, away from his spines, "And they-- and you-- I thought you were going to get them into the water. What happened?"
Etho pumped another breath over his gills, needing to get some semblance of control here, "They were-- The glowing box they have, it's a human trick that can store voices and repeat them back. They have a copy of Tango's voice because-- because they have Tango."
"WHAT?" Bdubs screeched, turning to go back up.
Etho grabbed his wrist, not letting him do something stupid like he'd just done, "Just-- give me a beat. I-- Bdubs. I know the human language."
Bdubs rounded on him, "You what? Etho how do you know human? If you understand them then what're they talkin 'bout? Do you know what they want?"
"I-- I think so. If they've got Tang-- the humans've got to be looking for more mer to steal too." Etho put up his hands in a placating gesture, "They took a copy of his voice to lure us in, but I don't think they have nets or hooks or traps. Otherwise we'd have been hauled up onto the rocks by now."
"We gotta ask them about it, right? You can make the humans understand you."
"Yeah. . ." Etho puffed out a mouthful of bubbles again, "We can-- We can see if they actually know where Tango is, or if they're just hunting mer."
After a few more moments of taking deep breaths, steeling himself for the humans' tricks, Etho flicked his tail to move back up to the surface, making sure that they were well out of arms reach. Bdubs was holding onto one of Etho's pelvic fins, ready to pull them both out of the way if something tried to come up from behind.
"Oh, hello." One of the humans sat forward, "They've gotta want something, right? They'd have run off otherwise."
Etho took a breath of air, translating the words he needed in his head before he spoke, "How do you have that recording? Where is our podmate? Where is Tango?"
Etho could practically taste the human's shock on the air, "I know Tango can't talk your talk. I can. Where is he?"
It would have been funny, the way the humans looked at each other, if every bit of Etho wasn't taut with anticipation. Etho narrowed his eyes at them, deliberately flattening his frill in the universal sign for displeasure as he waited for an answer.
The humans looked back at Etho, and the one with the trick-box responded very carefully, "We found your friend tangled in a net after a storm. He washed up on this beach. We brought him to a place where he could be safe, and heal. We meant him no harm, and we mean you both no harm."
Etho translated their words for Bdubs in a soft warble under his breath, holding tight to his arm to remind him not to lunge at the humans or do anything stupid. And also a little bit for his own comfort. They were keeping each other from doing something stupid.
The other human jumped in on the story, "His wrist was broken; he was very cut up from the net; it was wrapped into his gills so he couldn't breathe. We cut him free, and took care of him the best we could. We didn't know he was a person at first, he didn't understand us and we don't 'talk your talk'."
Etho took another deep breath, they weren't answering his questions. The humans were staling. "Where is he now?"
That made the humans pause, and look at each other again, "We don't know. Sorry. Someone attacked us and took your friend and we don't know where he is now."
Etho felt a hiss building in the back of his throat, and he didn't stop it.
"What? Do they know where Tango is?" Bdubs shifted, pressing against Etho's side.
"If they're telling the truth? No." Etho shook his head, letting himself drift lower into the water. The human language was hurting his throat. He was thankfully unpracticed with speaking it, "But I dunno if I believe them. What we found makes sense for most of their story-- the net, Tango's stuff. But humans lie to get what they want, just like mer."
"Ask them what they want."
"We know what they want--"
"Just ask. Please?"
Etho sighed, and turned his gaze back to the humans, who hadn't moved. There was no other signs of humans nearby. Maybe-- maybe they were telling the truth.
"What do you hunt?" Etho called to them.
"Nothing. We hunt nothing." Came the answer.
"Liar." Etho retaliated, then swapped back to mer, "We should go. They have nothing more for us. Tango is as good as dead, Bdubs."
"You can't--" Bdubs pulled Etho down, forcing him to meet his pod-mate's eyes, "You can't just give up on Tango like this!! There has to be something we can do. Tango's not dead. He can't be dead."
"There's not." Etho shook his head, "Not if the humans have him. There isn't any way we could possibly find out where he's gone, and I'm not willing to lose you to the humans trying to get Tango back when we don't even know if he's still alive!"
Etho pushed away from Bdubs, ever aware of the humans watching, wanting to get out of sight. "We should go. Please, Bdubs. We can talk about this when we're somewhere safe."
Bdubs relented, drifting down below the surface of the water, "Fine. This isn't over though. I'm not going to leave Tango for dead."
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This turned into a huge amount of words my bad, im on mobile and can't figure out how to do the read more bit sorry yall
But I have a huge hc that shadow can't see screens the same cause his eyes work differently and he doesn't have the rgb colour cone things that most mobians have
He doesn't do well at video games or with computers and it frustrated him cause he blamed himself for not being able to process the visual information fast enough, but eventually Rouge realises he's struggling with basic stuff like reading things on a screen and without the competitivness he admits he can't see things properly but he sees words fine on paper, so he knows its screen related
After a while they get their hands on colour correcting glasses for him that work with his alien eyes and he's absolutely gutted that he'd spent so much time blaming himself
One of the first things he lets himself open up to Rouge and Omega about and it sorta opens the floodgates of 'what else have I been getting angry at myself for something out of my control' and he begins to work through the internalised shit that was put in his head during the ARK where he was supposed to be 'perfect' so he assumed that it was his own fault if he wasn't able to do something and he just 'wasn't trying hard enough'
But he's has so many things that he's repressed or hidden just because they didn't fit this narrative of 'perfection' set up by people who were narrow-minded to begin with and he struggles with letting himself just exist with these 'flaws' cause it was drilled into him so much that he wasn't supposed to be anything less than perfect or otherwise he's a failed experiment.
(projecting hard here lmao) but the concept of the 'ultimate lifeform' being disabled and beyond social norms while still being fully worthy of that title, and reaching full acceptance of themselves and becoming even more powerful after they let themselves exist above what other people want them to be is a very healing thing to explore, and a very specific type of freedom that i think is important to write for a character that narratively has had very little freedom.
Sonics whole thing is fighting for freedom from Eggman in a physical fight, but Shadow's version of freedom is freeing themselves from expectations and self-doubt, its more of a mental fight.
While Sonic advocates for fairness and equality, Shadows already been treated unfairly and is having to undo a lot of the things that were done to him that now other people are trying to prevent, and theres a sense of grief about that that I think Shadow is a great opportunity to explore that narrative.
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