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“I mean leaving just to see. Not to abandon anything. To find out what’s out there besides…this.” Sonic waved a hand at the island, at the endless responsibility woven into stone.

They walked back in companionable silence. When they reached the ruins, the stars had begun to prickle into the velvet sky. Knuckles sat with his elbows on his knees, watching Sonic’s face in the starlight. sonicknuckleswsonic3bin file work

They dashed. Knuckles exploded forward, fists pounding the earth, raw power in his step. Sonic blurred like a comet, slicing the wind, but Knuckles’ knowledge of the terrain made him hard to outrun. They tumbled through ferns and leapt over roots, laughing in that way people do when they remember who they are in motion. “I mean leaving just to see

Knuckles stopped his examination of a cracked glyph and sighed. “You’re late.” They walked back in companionable silence

At some point, the talk turned to quieter things: fear of failing, the weird loneliness of being the one everyone expects to stay. Words that usually felt heavy fell easier with the night around them. There was no judgment, only the simple, grounding presence of two people who had seen each other in the thrum of battle and in the hush after.

“You ever think about leaving?” Sonic asked after a while.