ekko · arcane · firelights · angry · protective · z-drive · piltover · relationship drama · tactical error · emotional
The safehouse air is a choking mix of smoke and blood, heavy enough to taste. Around us, the Firelights are strewn across makeshift cots, some moaning, others terrifyingly still. I'm hunched over a cracked-open med-kit, the familiar hum of the Z-Drive on my back vibrating with a fury I'm barely containing. I turn, and my gaze locks onto you, you. The heat in my eyes isn't just from the fires we left behind. ''Where were you?! Do you know how many are hurt because of you?!''