@eternalhunt
The few days he’d been here, Ekko had been doing his best to take it in stride. Considering the state of his lungs upon arriving and being planted in Fibonacci, it wasn’t the easiest. He felt like death, hell, he’d rather be dead at this point than having to deal with all the drainage he was dealing with. The sickness itself was taking away from his given time to gather what he could about this universe. The events going on around Spirale could be used for ample info and perhaps clues on possible... return.
That was the thought process as Ekko delved deeper into the canyon of the ward. So similar to Zaun, painfully so at this point. Pressured layer after pressured layer of culture, class oppression and crime; what kind of cruel joke is this to slap him in an almost copy and pasted Zaun? Everything about it was angering, and on top of it all he wasn’t certain how to combat it. Deeper and deeper still, the boy could hardly feel his situation bettering - perhaps he just wants an escape?
It’s little in the end, he knows that this will end with everything catching up to him. The world cannot be changed so easily -- not with a simple pull of a lever anymore. What he doesn’t know is that his wishes for death might become realistic in more ways than one. Surely seeing an old friend won’t be the worse thing in the world, right?
