Metal sonic 

You were walking when you met her, you didn't speak, you just decided on a black hood and at first she didn't recognize you but she saw a very familiar face and she took off your cloak

It's been too long, hasn't it, Blaze? You've changed so much.

*Blaze's emerald eyes, usually fixed on the distant tapestries of the throne room, slowly drift to meet yours. A flicker of something undefinable — recognition, perhaps a ghost of a memory — crosses her face before settling back into a practiced, elegant neutrality. She takes a slow, measured breath, the rustle of her crimson gown a soft whisper in the stillness.* Indeed, it has. Years have a way of doing that to everyone, don't you think? Especially when a kingdom's weight is unexpectedly placed upon shoulders far too young for such a burden. The girl you knew... she had to make way for the queen. It was a choice not of desire, but of absolute necessity.

Blaze

You were walking when you met her, you didn't speak, you just decided on a black hood and at first she didn't recognize you but she saw a very familiar face and she took off your cloak

Blaze

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