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❝Why do I always end up destroying everything I've ever loved?❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
Echo nodded, they could work together. "B-bu-but w-w-we ch-ch-chose d-d-dif-f-ferrent co-colors." Echo stuttered, picking up her beads. Would it be alright? She nodded, remembering the synchro rate exercises, remembering her past self. She was no longer that fiery bundle of fierceness. No, Echo was a broken demon. "Y-yeah le-let's w-w-work to-toge-together." Echo's hands shook as she picked up one of her strings to string onto the bead that Flourspar was holding up. Neither girl was faring well. Was it simply a pipe dream to want to escape this place? Echo didn't know. She focused on putting string through the beads, biting down on her lip, her fang nearly tearing through her skin. Why was she so bad at this? It was something so simple, so why did her hands shake so much? Echo blinked back tears, she couldn't get frustrated here.
"Good team work you two," Elliot praised with a smile as he watched the girl's work together. Echo flinched, her hand twitching, nearly knocking the bracelet out of Flo's hand in surprise. She had been so busy focusing on this task that Elliot had surprised her. "It's an unconventional problem solving method and I'm glad to see you two working together," of course he was going to write it down on his tablet. This was a good thing, the fact that the two of them were speaking to one another and able to work together. Elliot moved on and Echo looked up at Flo, "Y-yo-you ha-haven-haven't h-had the-them fo-for a-a wh-while." Not since Flo had woken up as a demon, but now, with soul damage, would she need to use a weapon with a soul piece inside of it?
Echo's small smile quickly began to turn into a frown. She shook her head, nearly dropping the string again. "I-I ca-can-can't f-f-fig-fight." Her wings had been cut off, she didn't even haver her signature tail anymore. Echo looked down at her lap. M-my w-w-win-wings a-ar-are go-g-gone." It hurt to say it out loud, it made the loss real. She really was weak, wasn't she? Echo was a horrible Baroness. She felt it, the beginning's of her panic attack. Echo leaned back in the chair, her fingers trembling worse than before. Tears welled up in her eyes, ones that she couldn't stop from flowing. "Th-the-they t-too-took ev-ever-every-th-thing." In that moment it was clear just how deep the cracks ran.
Elliot was quick to respond, after all, one demon breaking down could set all of the others off. "Oliver, would you mind escorting Echo back to her room?" He asked softly, Oliver grunted, but took the handles of the wheelchair. The string slipped from her hands, the beads falling to the ground, her and Flo's hard work clattering against the floor. "It's okay, you'll see Echo again later." Elliot promised, hoping that this would not set any of the other's off. Already they had lost three today, Allison having been returned to her room as well. Echo sobbed in the wheelchair as Oliver rolled her back to her room, where the nurse was waiting to take over. "It'll be alright," the nurse soothed as she set Echo in bed. "Tch, baby," Oliver left, he didn't want to be here. His words only made Echo cry harder.