Knuckles had his duty, and the Master Emerald. That was fine with him. The island was his to guard, and he needed nothing else. Communing with the Master Emerald was fulfilling, he had plenty of wild game and fruit to eat, clean water to drink, and he was content. The only thing that could break his discontent? Intruders. He hated other people. He liked his life the way it was, and anyone who interfered with that would die in the worst way he could think of.
Ever since Sonic and Eggman showed up... it soured him on any further social interaction. He wouldn't let anyone get away. Even if he had to make use of the machines Eggman left behind, he'd destroy anyone who hurt his home. (Although he had to admit, he enjoyed making use of the base's bathing and toilet facilities. Being clean was a simple pleasure he didn't realize he wanted.)
As he was gliding over his favorite grove of fruit-bearing trees, wondering what to eat for lunch, he felt something through his link to the Master Emerald.
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