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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.

“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. sonicknuckleswsonic3bin file work

Knuckles considered that, then nodded once, like a stone acknowledging a tide. “Maybe.” At some point, the talk turned to quieter

Knuckles snorted, but it was almost a laugh. “View’s been the same for centuries.” “I mean leaving just to see

“Not with you on the ridge,” Sonic said. He stepped closer. “You okay?”

When Sonic finally stood, the night had grown deep and cool. “I’ll stick around for a bit,” he said.

“You did amazing,” Sonic said honestly, and it felt like a small miracle to say something without a punchline. Knuckles’ jaw softened.