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[Hey, see that guy, lying down on the ground? Doesn't he look familiar

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[...It's Silver. What's he doing? That doesn't look right... Walking over to him now.]

...Silver...?

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[zzz.]

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[Oh god why isn't he responding.]

Silver?

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[God Gold is he not allowed to sleep. It's gonna take more than that to get him up.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz]

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[Lightly shaking him now, oh god.]

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[Tired. Tired. He's so tired. But he has to wake up now? Okay. Sleeping is nice. Sleeping is something he's only done a few times. A few times in a long time...

He's starting to stir, but doesn't say anything or open his eyes just yet.]

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[Gold, with his mind racing, fails to notice the movement on Silver's part.

He's on his knees now, clutching his head.]

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[...What time is it where is he what's going on why don't his eyes want to stay open-] ...Gold?

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[--Oh thank god. There's sound. He's okay...]

Silver...! You're... alright...

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Why wouldn't I... [He doesn't need to be fully conscious and aware to realize that Gold sounds worried. ...Really worried.

...Oh Arceus what has he done.]

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I... I thought you might have...

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[He says nothing, simply staring down at the ground now.]

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[The ground sure is interesting, isn't it? Silver keeps his head down too, for a good while, without a word.

But, for once, he feels tired, and after some time passes, and he's starting to fall back asleep, he pulls his head back up. Something. He has to say something.]

I'm... [fine? okay? alright? tired- no, not tired. Not tired. Not tired. ...Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.] I'm sorry.

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[...Sorry?

Gold's head snaps upwards at that word. No, not just the word... The person, the face, the mouth that said it... Sorry...?

He stares straight at Silver now. No... perhaps even into Silver.]

...What...?

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[Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. He never wanted to apologize before. He never saw the need. His pride wouldn't allow it. And were it anyone else on the street, he wouldn't give a damn about saying sorry. But it's... Gold. Red. Blue. Green. Yellow. They're all he has left. And the last thing he wants is for them to spend time worrying about him.

But he can't just say sorry. Saying sorry means there's something different, something wrong, something's changed, he isn't okay.]