[Ekko has no idea how he feels. He should be angry that she'd even ask him any of that after all the things she's gleefully done to him and his people—maybe any other time he would be—but his attempt to reach for that well of rage just comes up empty. The only thing down there right now is the memory of the look on her face on the bridge, splattered with blood. The way it felt when all the pent up hate left him in a terrible rush, even though Eve had barely been dead a week. The knowledge that she's not just Jinx now, she's still Powder and always has been.
Damn it, Vi.]
Shimmer fucks up everyone who takes it, sooner or later. It doesn't matter who you are or what you've done. [And that's enough reason to extend compassion, he clearly thinks. The fact that she's been here a month and can still run like she took it an hour ago is beyond what he expected, but maybe it's not that surprising that Silco would use something a lot more potent on his inner circle while everyone else in the sump drowns in purple growths and gets hit with the brutal come-down by the next day. He doesn't know if that'll make the withdrawal easier on her, or so much worse.
And it's not an answer to her questions, exactly, but he doesn't have a response for her that doesn't involve a lot of cussing so she's just going to have to live with it. He closes his eyes behind his arm, and finds he can still see the light through his closed lids because the open sky is unreal. Then, perhaps a bit unfairly, he fires back his own question:] Why aren't you trying to kill me right now?
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Damn it, Vi.]
Shimmer fucks up everyone who takes it, sooner or later. It doesn't matter who you are or what you've done. [And that's enough reason to extend compassion, he clearly thinks. The fact that she's been here a month and can still run like she took it an hour ago is beyond what he expected, but maybe it's not that surprising that Silco would use something a lot more potent on his inner circle while everyone else in the sump drowns in purple growths and gets hit with the brutal come-down by the next day. He doesn't know if that'll make the withdrawal easier on her, or so much worse.
And it's not an answer to her questions, exactly, but he doesn't have a response for her that doesn't involve a lot of cussing so she's just going to have to live with it. He closes his eyes behind his arm, and finds he can still see the light through his closed lids because the open sky is unreal. Then, perhaps a bit unfairly, he fires back his own question:] Why aren't you trying to kill me right now?