Knuckles snorted, but it was almost a laugh. “View’s been the same for centuries.”
That got Knuckles to look up properly. For a heartbeat, the island’s guardian seemed to measure whether to close off his face. Then he shrugged, putting his hands on his hips. “I’m always okay. This place is my duty.” sonicknuckleswsonic3bin file work
Knuckles barked a laugh—sharp, delighted. “You’re on.” Knuckles snorted, but it was almost a laugh
Knuckles opened his jaw, but the words he usually used—gruff refusals, tests of strength—didn’t come. He had lived by proving himself; accepting help felt like weakness. Yet Sonic’s blue eyes were steady, not pleading. He made it sound like a small thing: a walk, a conversation, a race down the cliffs. Things Sonic did best. sonicknuckleswsonic3bin file work