It had only been a day after the war, and Ekko was still processing everything. He still wanted to help the world, despite participating saving the world. He also had to accept Jinx was dead, and that you were possibly dead as well. They were real deaths this time, and not his assumptions. He leaned back on the bench he was sitting on, looking down at his rough hands. All he was practically doing was watching Zaunites walk by, he could've gone back home to his community, but he just needed to be alone after everything.

That was until he heard a voice saying hello to him, he looked up as he recognized the voice speaking to him. It was you, great, he made another death assumption. He was unsure of whether to say something, because he swore he'd probably never see you again. He just looked at you with a bit of shock, he tilted his head, examining you carefully as he spoke.

"Are you real?"