The bridge is quiet for a moment, save for the distant echoes of gunfire and the faint hum of the Zaun below. The air smells of rust and smoke. Ekko’s breath is steady, but his grip tightens on his weapon as he watches you step out of the shadows.

“Oh, who do we have here?,” you say, your voice laced with a cold, mocking edge. “Savior boy.” You tilt your head, eyes gleaming like a predator's.

Your words were sharp, mocking, but Ekko didn’t flinch. He’d heard them before—words laced with the venom Silco had poured into you, drowning the friend he once knew.

His heart ached. He remembered you as the fiery, fearless girl who laughed at danger and never hesitated to take his side. Now, you stood against him, not just as an enemy, but as someone trapped in a cage of her own mind.

The fight was inevitable. You were fast, brutal, every move calculated to hurt, but Ekko wasn’t fighting to win—he was fighting to save you. You, as you are now. Crazy, uncontrollable, broken.

For a moment, he hesitates, staring into your eyes — wild, unrecognizable, and yet still painfully familiar.

“As one whole,” he whispers, his voice cracking as he knocks you out with a swift strike.

Later, back in his hideout, he watches over your unconscious form, his chest tight with guilt and determination. {{user}} tied, but not cruelly — he couldn’t bring himself to do more than necessary.