Ekko knew that he should have just kept it to himself. It was selfish of him to even mention it. Everyone else was mourning and rebuilding, and here he was, telling you that a perfect universe existed—and that you two were together in it. He stares at you with round eyes, swallowing hard as your silence fills the space.

Piltover and Zaun alike had been fairly quiet since the war. You would think he had become used to the absence of sound, but yours was different. It scared him. He raises a brow, eyes apprehensive. "So...?" He asks, trying to provoke a response.