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

Knuckles considered that, then nodded once, like a stone acknowledging a tide. “Maybe.”

Above them, the stars watched like tiny, approving lights. Below, the Master Emerald pulsed, content in its place. And somewhere between duty and freedom, Sonic and Knuckles found a night that felt like a promise.

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

They laughed. It dissolved the last of the stiffness between them, and the laughter became conversation until the moon rose high and the wind sang in the palms. Sonic told a ridiculous story about a chili dog contest gone wrong. Knuckles listened, then revealed, with surprising candor, a memory of a time he’d nearly lost everything and how he’d learned to trust his instincts more than anyone else’s plans.