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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. sonicknuckleswsonic3bin file work

Sonic shrugged. “Why would I? You’re epic as you are.” Knuckles’ gaze dropped to the emerald’s distant shimmer

Sonic saluted. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Knuckles looked down at the touch and then

Knuckles had always been more at home on the island than in conversation. He was a guardian, a stubborn, fierce one, and that fierceness kept the Master Emerald safe. Tonight, his silhouette was softer in the falling light—broad shoulders hunched against the breeze, dreadlocks dancing.

Knuckles barked a laugh—sharp, delighted. “You’re on.”