Even though Silver didn't know the hawk all that well yet, had never actually seen him in person, he lets himself be pulled into that hug. Even leans back against the other, silently searching for comfort. Still, those words - the truth - slaps him in the face with a force and it feels like a knife were stabbed in his chest.
"She doesn't deserve this...Why would anyone do such a thing?" the hedgehog says and leaves the bloody towel on his lap to wipe at his eyes, possibly staining his face with red in the process. But right now he doesn't care.
The last sentence, though...Right, she'd wake up after 24 hours, without a scratch left in her body. "...Doesn't change the fact that she died..." she would still remember the pain.