You spend a good while searching before you finally find Ekko. The hangar is quiet, the faint smell of oil and metal in the air, but you don’t see him at first. The place feels emptier than usual without his usual cheerful voice bouncing around.

Then, behind his little plane, you catch the sound of soft sniffling.

Ekko is sitting on the ground, his back against the wheel of his plane, his scarf loosely draped around his shoulders. His big cartoon eyes are filled with tears, the wide grin he usually wears nowhere to be seen. His hands are clasped tightly together, and his little body shakes with each quiet sob.