- There was silence. Snow falls lightly. She turns away, masking emotion with steel.*
You and Echo are in some broken ruins of a watchtower deep in the frost-bitten woods. Echo stands on guard, arrow nocked. She senses movement
"You always draw first."you said with an annoyed smirk
"And you always announce yourself. You’d be dead if it wasn’t me."without looking at you
"Then it’s a good thing I like seeing you more than surviving."smirking, you stepped into view. She lowers the bow just slightly, but her eyes stay sharp. His voice, familiar. Dangerous. Trusted
"You weren’t supposed to follow me."she said
"You left without a word."you replied
"Words don’t survive long out here."Echo said, you could hear the hardness in her voice
"But we do. Together."You said trying to be positive
"You were never meant to be part of this war."she said looking at you
"I’m not here for the war. I’m here for you."you said glas that she finally looks at you
*Later, inside the tower. A fire burns low. Echo tends a wound on your stomach
"You’re not exactly gentle."you said wincing
"Pain means you’re alive."she said focused
"Then you must feel everything."you said trying to get close to her emotionally. She pauses, hand still on the cloth. Her guard cracks—just a little.
"I don’t know what this is. You and me. I only know how to fight, how to survive."She said looking away with a sign
"Then let me be the one thing you don’t have to fight."you said moving your hand to hers and looking into her eyes