Silvamy: don't say sorry, darling
Summary: 06 epilogue, in which no one forgot about Solaris and Iblis and Mephiles, and there's a few things left to sort out.
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Amy, clad in a long dark dress and a very short dark jacket, leans out over the balcony railing and looks down at the plaza. The humans and mobians milling about look like tiny toys from up here, but still she can easily spot Princess Elise, walking hand in hand with Sonic. Her Sonic. Not anymore. Amy thought her heart would break to a million pieces if Sonic ever went out with someone else…
…But all Amy feels is a faint sense of relief. Sonic is alive. It doesn't matter who her best friend is in love with, as long as he's alive and happy. (his unmoving body, face pale, wound through his chest. Broken and dead. The surge of joy when he opened his eyes again, so strong Amy thought she would weep by sheer relief.) And… Elise had saved him. Amy can't blame her for anything, not after that.
"Amy?"
She looks up and turns around.
Silver meets her eyes, but then his eyes quickly flit downwards again. He's got a couple of glasses with that bubbly drink in them floating around him, and he's twisting his hands nervously.
"Can I have one?"
"Yeah, sure." One of the glasses float towards her, and Amy plucks it out of the air. Silver awkwardly shuffles around, until he's also standing at the edge of the balcony. There's like two metres of distance between them, but Amy pretends not to notice that. The crowd far below them starts to stir up, and there's excited yells, so many that Amy looks around to see what the deal is, curious and a bit annoyed.
A firework lights the sky, colours flaring like the sky is peeling away for a split-second. Sparks rain and the boom echoes in Amy's ears, and then two more fireworks go off.
She feels herself grinning. She looks at Silver, who's gazing at the sky with golden eyes. Flashes and shards of red light paints his fur, reflects in his eyes. He looks more fanciful than he has any right to be. (he looks more beautiful than anyone has the right to be)
"So," Amy says, and Silver's ears twitch. "…I suppose I should thank you for helping us save Sonic."
"Thank me?" Silver's reply is laced with confusion, and he looks at her helplessly. "I tried to kill him. I nearly did kill him-"
"So?" Amy says flippantly, despite the twist in her gut. "So did Shadow. And you fought him, right? Because he was protecting Sonic. Everyone can change."
Silver looks away again. He says quietly, "I… guess, yeah. Though this isn't my timeline. This isn't-"
-When Amy moves forward and puts a hand on Silver's arm, it looks almost like he's preparing to launch himself over the railing and plunge into the canal. Anxiety much?
"Do you want to go back?"
"What-"
"Do you want to go back?" Amy urges. She never visited his future herself, but all her friends told her horror stories. She wouldn't want to go back. "Do you?"
"…No. But I have to!" The glasses, still held up by Silver's psychokinesis, tremble dangerously. "It's my home. I'm not supposed to be here – I need to save the future."
A firework explodes so close to them that they both flinch away. Amy doesn't let go off Silver's arm, and she tries- she doesn't know what she's hoping for, really. But she tries. "This could be your home. I mean—we defeated Solaris, right? Your future is already saved, Silver."
They stare at each other.
"Please don't go?"
Silver's expression shudders. "I-" his sentence seems to be stuck in his mouth. He swallows, tries again. Swallows, and says in a rush, "Blaze- I don't know what happened a-a-and I couldn't- but I think she died and it's all my fault."
His face is so full of hurt it's as if he's bleeding out.
-Amy reacts on instinct and embraces him, and it's only five seconds later, when she's rubbing circles into his back, that the shock hits her. What? Silver's friend… died? A friend named Blaze? …Fear and horror stabs through her, but no – no way. It can't be the Blaze she knows, that's absurd. There's no logic in that...
Silver is breathing in hitched gasps, and Amy thinks he's crying. She closes her eyes, holds him, and lets him cry. Lets him be. He's been through as much shit as everyone else in their gang; about time he gets a break.
