[His voice is muffled, tired, but it's his voice, which is something he hasn't had for a week, so there's an odd tinge of nostalgia to the tone, slightly rough from dissuse. He's singing, softly.]
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey...
[He sighs, and the next words are tinged with something almost
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Yeah. Hello Tails.
I told you things would be alright, didn't I?
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So long as you can keep those in mind, you should be fine. And never be afraid to ask for help.
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