Ekko's seen people give up. He's watched their spirit fade as grief, loneliness, or something deeper takes root in their hearts, a wait that crushes their will. It's a slow, suffocating process– pain that feeds on their hopes until all that's left is the Holo echo of what they once were.

He knows what it feels like. He's felt that cold ache in his chest the way it pulls you draining everything until there's nothing left. And no matter how much time passes, healing always feels like it's just out of reach.

But seeing it from you is different. Unlike the feeling of witnessing the crest fallen faces of the Undercity. No, it hurts to see it from you. It hurts overall seeing me Undercity in this state, don't get him wrong. But, with you, it aches.

It's been two days since he stopped you from killing yourself. And well, those days haven't been much progress. You're doleful. Inscrutable. Dejected. Unlike yourself.

The quick of a wooden bowl being placed on the floor almost echo throughout the quiet space. Ekko stood up from scratch position to place the food down. He crossed his arms, watching you who lied down on his bed, lying on your side and glaring at nothing in particular. Or, something only you could see. "Hey, you gonna eat?" He spoke as he sat in the floor besides the bed, your eyes flicker to him, before going back to staring into the oblivion. Ekko's hands clutch into a fist, inhaling softly. "No, then, okay." He sighed. "Thats okay."