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“They’re still testing us. It’s not over yet.” She crossed her arms into her sleeves, confirming the cold steel of her weapon was there should they need it.

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When another outbreak of violence shook the city, Echo's watchful eyes kept her out of trouble. Her priority was helping Emil rebuild and she had little time to waste on fighting. She witnessed how the citizens took up arms for intentions both noble and evil, and while she said nothing, her eyes took in and judged everything. It made Echo think of Noise, standing in the charred remains of the tavern, and it made her heart feel weary. She was tired of it - of all the destruction.

Echo was passing through a sector after taking care of some errands when she spotted a gang march by. Like she had done before, she slipped soundlessly into the shadows of a nearby alley to wait for them to pass. It was then that she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

“Oishi Sakamoto...let’s get a few things straight.” 

It was....over. All the times they fought, their stupid arguments and quips, everything was finally over. Riku stood there as she watched him fade away with the petals, signifying that it really was a gone for good. Her eyes were blurring even more as blood dripped down her face. 

It was all over and Riku didn’t know how to feel. 

For the first time since the battle, she looked down- covered in dirt and blood and alone. Everything burned, but she walked forward to where Oishi’s sword was and stared down at it. Without warning the strawberry blond fell as her knees gave out, breathing heavily from the major fight. .

“You idiot....you should have told them that yourself.”

A small, barely audible laugh came from her throat as she carefully touched the sword left behind before falling on her side. And with that....she closed her eyes, exhausted.

Riku looked down at the calamity that reaped the city and the chaos that was brought with it. She was dressed in his Mercenary uniform while standing on the edge of the building just....watching everything. This place has been her sanctuary and prison for three years and in a way she didn’t know what was going to happen next. Was she scared? Surprisingly....no. With all that happened on Earth, Amaron, and here, Riku just had a look of finality on her face. 

It was the end of the world and a single cylinder-shaped speaker was right next to foot. When hearing the sound of footsteps, the strawberry blond continued to look out into the distance.

“Heh. Its ironic isn’t it? For all the shit that happened in this place, it feels almost sad that it ends like this. But of course we can’t just let it end with a whimper like this, can we?” Turning around, her scarf whipped in the wind, yellow eyes looking directly at brown.

“If the world is going to end, then one of us is ending with it.” Without hesitation, she crouched slightly and put her hand on the handle of Argentine. 

“Alexa, play Despacito.”

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

That’s-- that’s a tough one, actually. Every time you think you have an answer to that question it occurs to you that you were merely enraged at the time rather than embarrassed. For the most part, any faculties you once had for feeling shame have been largely catatonic for years.

“NO KUMAGAWA NO! THINK OF THE CHILDREN!”