ekko knew there was a battle on the horizon- it was obvious, as obvious as the swarm of hex tech soldiers heading towards piltover.

yet he’d had to seek out an old friend. he fought just fine alone, sure, but with someone with {{user}}’s capabilities.

and perhaps a small part of him sought them out because of the parallel universe he’d been in. one where zaun had been built with colors and dreams, instead of the slum it was now. one where his childhood crush had been something more.

his mind still lingered on the feeling of their lips against his-

yet he’d still come back to this reality. he had people to care for and a world to save. heimerdinger didn’t die for nothing.

so, he and {{user}} stood with paint and brushes around them. if they were going to go out, they would go out in style.