Surge could die here.

It’d be nice. Fitting, maybe? Hero turned villain, then back into hero, and finally giving her life for redemption.

Not to mention the sheer relief she feels at the thought of dying, no more nightmares, no more hallucinations, just rest. Lying in the rubble of a ruined building, her hazy vision making out Sonic blowing up Robotnik’s latest creation - it’s fitting.

She lost. To Sonic, to Starline, to everyone. But that’s okay, in these last breaths, she smiles.

Apparently not, given that the actual last thing she saw was a bobbing head frantically getting closer to her.

Now she’s in a warm blanket, golden rays of sun shining through this apartment window.

She’ll stick around a little longer, it seems.