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every second she tried to mentally kicked herself back down to the ground; told herself that was where she was, but echo knew better. going back wasn’t an option and the sooner she cast that idea out the better. there was a fear in her that she hated, resented, one that fueled the fire in her stomach and kept her fists slamming into the punching bag that bellamy had strung up in one of the chambers on the ring. her knuckles had started to stick to the plastic of it, telling her she was bleeding, though she didn’t stop until she heard boots against the metal flooring. “what?” it came out harsh and echo moved her hand to stop the swinging of the bag, bowing her head down to catch her breath before she’d dare attempt words again.