—End
They talked less after that. The air turned colder, and Sonic shuffled closer, not quite touching but close enough that their shoulders grazed. Knuckles didn’t move away. Instead, he said, quietly, “You make it easy to forget…everything.” sonicknuckleswsonic3bin file work
Knuckles’ gaze dropped to the emerald’s distant shimmer. “If I left, who would protect it?” —End They talked less after that
Sonic touched the palm first and threw himself down, chest heaving. Knuckles arrived seconds later, planting his fist on the trunk and grinning widely. “Hmph. You got lucky.” Instead, he said, quietly, “You make it easy
The wind smelled of copper and ozone as Sonic skidded to a stop on the ridge overlooking Angel Island. Below, the ruins glowed with the last amber of sunset; above, the sky had deepened to bruised red. He rolled onto his back, letting the chill of the stone seep into him, and watched Knuckles moving like a shadow among the broken pillars.