"That's… sorta how it all began with me," Sonic shrugs, passing by yet another acrylic depiction of his history. "That sword gave us immortality, and Mephiles and I remained enemies for… eons at this point."
"I had the remaining Sentinels, and got an army called the Metarex and we kept fighting, and fighting… blow after blow until-"
Holding her hand up, hand rubbing her temple, Sayaka proceeds to shake her head.
"Look, your story is… interesting and all that, but what is the point of all this?" Sayaka asks, a small bit of annoyance on her face. "Dragging me to this museum, giving me your life story… I-I just wanna go home."
Sonic squints for a moment, letting out an unamused grimace. "Look, kid. You kinda asked."
"I-I know, I know, I…" Sayaka takes a deep breath, tugging on her bangs for a moment.
Sonic exhales, himself, dragging his right foot across the floor. "This is gonna be harder than I thought."
"I get it," He mellows out. "You're stressed… anxious, totally out of your element, I've been there, really."
"This is my first rodeo too in a long time, you know? Usually everyone I get is all caught up, and taught, and ready for duty before I even lift a finger."
The small, spherical hedgehog clicks his tongue. "It's tough for both of us."
The two then mutually shut their mouths, silent… neither exchanging any words as they ponder over themselves.
Eventually to break the awkward silence, Sonic coughs. "Museum's pretty nice though, right?"
"Yeah…" Is all Sayaka could declare.
Silence again.
Sonic's eyes droop down, discouraged by his attempts to just get this new recruit to open up. "After all of this, though." He gestures to the room. "The glitz, glamor and… constant fighting here, in this world, something made me leave that behind."
"Voices called me, a portal opened… and I took the dive. That's how it all began with me and The Disciples."
Sayaka turns her head, raising her eyebrow. "Voice… I heard that, too."
"Told me it's like, I am the one."
"Told me the same thing too." Sonic lets out a small chuckle. "Real generic omnipresent banter."
"But that's why I gotta look out for you, kid. If those voices say you're what this realm needs right now, it's up to me to help you prove it."
Sonic nudges the girl, his elbow hitting just a little above her waist. "Just don't sweat it, okay? This is your chance to be a hero."
"That is… if you wanna be one. I think you got the chops."
That question has Sayaka look at her hand, opening and closing her palm. Her fingers emanate just the slightest flicker of gold, bringing out this strange new power within herself.
"I always wanted to. But-"
"Then we're set!" Sonic rubs his gloved hands, turning to his watch. "And just in time, too! Our ride's here!"
"Ride?" Sayaka asks, putting down her arm.
"We're going home, Sayaka." Sonic then tells her, turning on his heel to face the door. "A new home."
"T-That wasn't what I meant be going home, you know!" Sayaka exclaims, walking after him.