SheepKing
She/They 🐑
“Thanks!” Silver chirped as Cream handed him the ice pack. Place in up against his bruised ribs sent an immediate wave of relief over him as the aching pain was relegated to a duller sensation. The little rabbit really was a sweet kid. However the joy from the newly acquired ice pack was quickly put to an end.
“Shadow...your arm!”
Silver was left without any words to grace his lips. Still, in a tsunami of confusion a plethora of questions wracked the young teen’s mind. What happened? Was Shadow alright? What could even cause an ultimate lifeform such a grievous injury in the first place? However this questions where nothing in comparison to the sheer guilt on Silver’s shoulders. If he’d just traveled back a year, hell maybe even a month earlier, then he might have been able to stop this from happening. Or maybe he shouldn’t have traveled back to the future in the first place, maybe then he could have also been there to help Shadow defeat whoever this Nazo was.
“...I’m so sorry”
Silver for a second felt tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes but he quickly wiped them away before Shadow could notice. No, instead he began to ramble.
I c-can go back in time and fix this! Maybe I came here too late, I can always go back to an earlier point in time and make sure that this doesn’t happen in the first place! H-how long have I been gone anyways?”
Silver knew that theoretically traveling back before Shadow had lost an arm wasn’t as simple as that but that didn’t stop him from offering. If there was a way then Silver wasn’t going to not take the opportunity to help. As Silver frantically searched through his mind for possible solutions, he felt the weight of reality toil town onto his shoulders. Was this his fault? Had he traveled to a point too late into the timeline? From the grey hedgehog’s perspective he’d been barely gone for even a whole day but with time travel that day to him could actually have been days, weeks or even months. He always tried to get in the same general period of time that he’d last interacted with his friends but sometimes it didn’t always work out so cleanly.