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“And you don’t get to be more than that?” Sonic asked, softer.

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. sonicknuckleswsonic3bin file work

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.” “And you don’t get to be more than that

Knuckles watched him with narrowed eyes. “Like a long visit?” Sonic blurred like a comet, slicing the wind,

Knuckles’ gaze dropped to the emerald’s distant shimmer. “If I left, who would protect it?”

Sonic reached out impulsively and bumped Knuckles’ shoulder with his own. A playful shove. Knuckles looked down at the touch and then up at the quill-haired hedgehog. His expression was unreadable for a blink; then he nudged back, more forceful, a small show of strength.

Sonic shrugged. “Why would I? You’re epic as you are.”