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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 was growing frustrated at her inability to brush her own hair, she growled in frustration at hereslf and turned, blanching when she realized that Flo and Sana were still there. Echo was not disappointed that Doll had not been found, in fact, she was more upset by the fact that Shiro was not rescued. It was fine though, it just meant that Echo would save her, herself later on. "I have to be," she whispered, clutching her brush against her chest. "Or else he might think he's winning," she relented, handing Flo the brush and moving closer so that her former partner could brush her hair for her. She felt incompitent, having broken down only yesterday and was now barely even able to brush her hair. Frustrated and defeated did not begin to describe how she was feeling at the moment. Flo was so useful, Flo was able to fight on her own now, she didn't need Echo anymore; she had Sana.
"Of course I miss it!" Echo quipped, her feeling coming to the surface. "I hate everyone else, Loki left me all alone, Gwenyth abandoned me, and now I'm stuck with dumb Doll's husband!" There was more than that, but if Flo remembered how Echo expressed her emotions, she would realize that Echo was saying just how much she truly missed being partners. "Everything is just going horribly wrong." Her eyes stung as tears threatened to surface and Echo bit down on her lip to keep from crying in full. "This world is rubbish," she had an exit strategy, but her bloody contract would not allow her to to harm herself on purpose. "I can't fight anymore without seizing up, my body barely listens to me, and my hair keeps changing colors." She dug her nails into her arm, feeling as though she was going to explode.
"I wish Rowena had let us stay dead!" It was clear she meant it, the demon still in mental distress. Even if Elliot had done his best to rehabilitate her, Echo was still suffering. There was no time to allow her to recover, there was a war that needed to be fought, people that needed to be saved. Her only hope was either dying, or being too injured to fight. Maybe she could get her hands on some of that poison that had wrecked her insides? Then she could live in a state between wakefulness and sleep, where she did not know if she was dead or alive. Echo had not been afraid the entire time, she could barely even recall what it was like. Of course, maybe then the Angeals would take her again and she could convince them to let her stay with them instead of sending her back.
"Thanks Flo," Echo whispered, her chest tightening as her hair was finally in place. She reached over, taking Flo's hand in her two. "If I could find a way to fix your soul piece... would you want me to?" She asked softly. "Then we could... then we could escape together!" Of course, she did not mean to say that so loudly, although she already knew that Christopher was outside of the door, listening. He was probably standing there, waiting for a moment to break in once more and drag Echo away so that she did not have time to say goodbye, as she did not know when she would get to see Flo again. These days, it felt as though they were two ships passing in the night.