[The door to Sonic's thoughts, his heart--it opens a little bit, as he gets himself settled. He wants to run again, he wants to so badly, but...he doesn't. He's too tired to do so right now, and he wants to stay near Neo. He wants that, even if it just makes the aching in him hurt. When did this start? Sonic doesn't know, but he doesn't look at Neo as he kind of leans back into one of the rocks nearby and looks out at the sky. It's pitch black, speckled full of stars, and Sonic can't help but let his mind wander a bit.
He's not cut out for this. He's never been, and he never will be, but as Neo's thoughts come into his head, something determined in him rises up a bit, though a bit quieter.
Don't get it twisted. I wouldn't want you to be anyone but yourself. ...Appreciate knowing nothing's gonna change, though. I wouldn't want to lose this.
One of Sonic's hands goes to the ground, kind of idly picking up snow and putting it back down again. Anything to help center him a bit. He knows that Neo can't be someone else, and Sonic feels almost insulted that Neo thinks he'd want him to be someone else. Why would he want that, when the Neo in front of him is the one he likes the most?
Sonic's world is big and vast, but there's only one real Neo in it. He's irreplaceable, his irreplaceable rival. Determination wells in him, and Neo might feel Sonic, of all people, starting to shake next to him.
And I wouldn't forget you. The world could try, but there's only one you in it, and I won't let it take you from me. But I think...that's the thing, I think. I don't want something like that. I don't want to compromise. If it means I can't do all of the things I love and with all of the people I care about, I don't want any part in it.
Maybe deep down, he just loves everyone a little too much, but Sonic knows there's something different with Neo here. He doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that things feel like they've shifted, and while their worlds are different, while everything is different now, something has shifted and he knows he won't lose Neo, but there's something else that's getting under his skin--
You've been saying that a lot. That you can't feel anything, that you have no feelings. Who's determination did I feel, then? Who's thrill of the chase? Who's confusion, who's frustration did I feel? ...I've only got one string with me, you know.
It's not quite meant to be a callout, but that last part comes out a little quieter. Or at least if thoughts could have a volume, that one would have been a little softer.]
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He's not cut out for this. He's never been, and he never will be, but as Neo's thoughts come into his head, something determined in him rises up a bit, though a bit quieter.
Don't get it twisted.
I wouldn't want you to be anyone but yourself.
...Appreciate knowing nothing's gonna change, though.
I wouldn't want to lose this.
One of Sonic's hands goes to the ground, kind of idly picking up snow and putting it back down again. Anything to help center him a bit. He knows that Neo can't be someone else, and Sonic feels almost insulted that Neo thinks he'd want him to be someone else. Why would he want that, when the Neo in front of him is the one he likes the most?
Sonic's world is big and vast, but there's only one real Neo in it. He's irreplaceable, his irreplaceable rival. Determination wells in him, and Neo might feel Sonic, of all people, starting to shake next to him.
And I wouldn't forget you.
The world could try, but there's only one you in it, and I won't let it take you from me.
But I think...that's the thing, I think.
I don't want something like that.
I don't want to compromise.
If it means I can't do all of the things I love and with all of the people I care about, I don't want any part in it.
Maybe deep down, he just loves everyone a little too much, but Sonic knows there's something different with Neo here. He doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that things feel like they've shifted, and while their worlds are different, while everything is different now, something has shifted and he knows he won't lose Neo, but there's something else that's getting under his skin--
You've been saying that a lot.
That you can't feel anything, that you have no feelings.
Who's determination did I feel, then?
Who's thrill of the chase? Who's confusion, who's frustration did I feel?
...I've only got one string with me, you know.
It's not quite meant to be a callout, but that last part comes out a little quieter. Or at least if thoughts could have a volume, that one would have been a little softer.]