Sonic was standing at Angel Island. His wings were folded loosely behind his back. The Master Emerald was in its shrine, as it always was when he did not need its assistance; yet it was only visible to him, cloaked to anyone else by Draconian power. Knuckles' torn body, Sonic had cleared off the island; the blood washed away by angry tears. Sonic was the only being on the island, dead or alive. He almost wished it was dead. "You really shouldn't do that," a voice behind him said calmly. "It doesn't help, and it only hurts." "I love you." "I love you too, Sonic."