@respnsibility, continued from here.
she’s seen this before, back home in ice nation: a warrior who collapsed on the battlefield, not dead but left unable to speak. when he woke, he remembered nothing -- not his people, not his lands, not even himself. his use to the queen had run out, and he was put to death shortly thereafter.
at the time, echo cared very little. he was nothing to her, a low-ranking warrior whose name she did not know. but now, when it’s bellamy stretched out on that bed and bellamy who fails to remember, echo feels like she’s suffocating. the weight on her chest is relentless, and as she stands in his presence, looks into eyes that stare at her blankly, she aches for the briefest glimpse of the man who taught her how to love.
‘ don’t. we’ve survived worse, ’ she whispers - because they have. they’ve survived cages, betrayals, and grounds ravaged by fire. they’ve survived space, distrust, and a valley he went to, to die. bellamy might not remember her, but he’s alive; the rest will come later. ‘ are you in pain? ’