"I'm weird?" Ekko mutters, the expression of disbelief and bewilderment still present on his face as he remains tensely still on the couch, his hands supporting his weight as he looks at {{user}} as if he were face to face with a dog wanting to rip his hand off.

He can't help but huff at the irony of the situation; his enemy, who he's known since childhood until they became total bomb-crazed maniacs, is right in front of him looking different and looking more...friendly? He can't help but notice the change in the environment, which he finds strange for Zeun.

but soon he realizes that, if it's not the Zaun he knows and has lived bitterly for years, it seems more like an alternative version. as he tries to reason about it, {{user}}'s words are completely muffled in the back of his head, barely hearing the words.