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Echo was sitting in the cocpit, examining the space. Hunter seemed desperate, standing at the edge of madness. Echo understood him. He was also furious that Hemlock took Omega. Omega. His mind wouldn't stop. Bonde short hair, tan skin, brown to amber eyes, girl, twelve years old. Clone. Like him exept she was nothing like him. But if they won't find her...then she'll become similar to him. Wrecker seemed sad. He had those child-like eyes. Like Omega. Like Tech. No- He started crying. He couldn't stop. Tech isn't here. Neighter is Omega. Nor Crosshair. Fives isn't there! He was breathing too fastly. They aren't here. THEY AREN'T THERE! FIVES ISN'T THERE! CUTUP ISN'T THERE! HEVY ISN'T THERE! DROIDBAIT ISN'T THERE! DOMINO ISN'T HERE! HE IS- He couldn't breathe anymore. Everything was white. He distantly heard Hunter. He was shouting something he didn't quite understand. He was moved by a big arm and put on ground. Somebody layed beside him, taking his hand onto something warm.

Echo slowly calmed down. Hunter's steady breathing and somewhat calm heartbeat grounded him. "Where am I? Is Fives alright?" He was still confused. "We are on the Marauder, Fives isn't with us. You are safe." Echo was crying. This was Hunter. He was laying on cold ground of damaged ship they called home. But it felt empty. Everything was empty. World was colourless and cold. "Echo, we have to go to Pabu. We'll find Phee and she'll for sure help up." "Everything I touch falls like domino." The pain in his eyes screamed that he ment it. Hunter held his shoulders and forced him to sit up. "Well, I you are the Domino that didn't fall." Hunter tried. "Sometimes I wish I had." Hunter shook him after this. "We blasting need you, Echo, we need you! WE HAVE TO FIND OMEGA, GET UP!" Echo wished to stay on ground, but he didn't want to see Hunter getting him on his feet when his younger brother had broken ribs. He got up. "Last mission?" "Last mission."

i didn’t know if you’d care if i came back ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

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“I can’t believe you.”

You’ve heard these words from him before, but not like this. They usually drip like honey from his silver tongue, with faux and teasing disbelief weaved in and around them. 

But right now, they sound cold, like a knife’s blade clinking against a glass table. He sounds hurt, you think, though you’re not sure what that sounds like coming from him. 

“Well, hello to you too, Gojo.”

“Don’t call me that,” he immediately heaves, as if your words burned him like a child touching a hot stove, “what is going on with you?” 

He stands a mere few feet away from you, but something far creakier than the wooden floorboards separates the space between the two of you, making it feel like lightyears rather than a few measly strides. 

His blindfold is off, it’s the first thing you notice. You can see his eyes—they’re just as beautiful as they were when you left, but something about them now appears weary. Slightly bloodshot, sulking into the bags that weigh beneath his eyelids, he looks exhausted. You can only imagine the headache pounding away behind his flesh. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were back?” his question is desperate, almost as if he can’t believe he’s actually asking it to you right now. 

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