@wishfulmuses (Blaze) (x)
That wasn't necessarily the response that Knuckles was hoping for, but their circumstances might be a bit different. Regardless, it only earned a heavy, tired sigh from the other guardian. She was correct about the Master Emerald causing untold problems should it fall into the wrong hands, but... wasn't the hands that brought it to Angel Island technically the wrong hands in the first place?
"Home is... hard, to imagine. I guess the reason I ask this question is because my 'home' is silent, without people... dead. I've been guarding the Master Emerald for so long, on a quiet island, floating out in the middle of nowhere, that I've wondered what it's all for."
His eyes drift northward towards the sky, in heavy contemplation, remembering how his tribe's entire lineage was built on war, violence... destruction. The conquest that had felled them, to seize the Master Emerald originally, had been their undoing.
It made the echidna wonder often, alone, if this 'destiny' of his, wasn't simply punishment for a crime committed by his father, his people, their hubris. He wondered if he wasn't meant to simply pay for their mistakes on their behalf.
"Guardian feels like the only title I hold, and will hold for all time. Guardian of a stone that was brought to the Island I protect by ancient hubris. What I'm trying to say is that I guess I'm starting to feel a little..."
There were a million words he could say here, but he could think of only one that wouldn't immediately cause some unfounded concern. He didn't want people to be concerned about him.
