"I think so. She got real... uhmmm... angry about it and cursed until the pain was gone. I wonder if cursing took the pain away faster?"

Idk if you're asking me or Hitan, but the Narrator over here jsn't planning anything.

"Oh noooo... but why, uhm, why would she do that? Make it worse and all?"

"Well... I don't think, uh, don't think she's quite irrational, though..."

(Lol I just read your signature and all I imagined was North making a peace sign and fading out of existence XD)


"Hmm... I-I guess, uh, I guess so!" Echo nodded in agreement, too scared to argue while simultaneously genuinely agreeing.

"Ah, well, I mean, it's Silence, so, uhm..." Echo shrugged again.

"So, uhm, so, yea..." Echo made a vague hand gesture, as if wrapping up what she was saying.

"Uh... sure?"

Echo waited for Hitan to lead the way.

Echo walked briskly behind him, trying to keep up without running.

Probably the floor, or maybe on the couch beside Silence because that's a funny mental image.

"Did you just (censor)ing raid us?" Silence said, although it was very obvious that Hitan had done so.

Echo was amazed that Hitan somehow carried all that stuff.

"You sit yourself right back down, mister!" Silence hissed, motioning for him to sit down with a snap of her fingers. She continued on to scold him, which is almost as endearing as Silence can get. "Now, don't you be giving yourself a (censor)ing stomach ache! I don't want to hear you complaining if you eat too much."

Echo looked around for Galaxian, worried still about his wounds. It felt like everyone else forgot. Maybe Echo was too worried about it? Echo crossed her arms protectively around herself, nervously rubbing the top of her hands and wrists. She couldn't help but feel a pull of dread. "Wounds" itself had a very negative meaning, even more so when someone like her had seen so many.

"It's not cheating if we aren't even playing a game. It would be a boring and stupid game anyway, indecent for both of us. Chose something actually fun if you want to play so badly."

Echo quietly sat down beside him, not saying anything. She couldn't think of anything to say that would be meaningful or eloquent. At least from her anything said wouldn't be so. She stared at the ground, pulling her knees up and trying to fix her wings, gently flapping as to not disturb her friend.

The ground itself was very clean. In fact, it was spotless, which was nice. Echo wondered if Galaxian was comfortable, and if she should get him a blanket. She looked over to him and stared, her mind drifting back if she should say something.

Are you okay?

Do your wounds hurt?

If you want, you could pain-switch with me. I won't mind.

Do you need anything?

Each question that materialized into her thoughts seemed too awkward. At least to Echo it did. Would anything she could say or do even matter? He would probably not answer anyway. Perhaps he would see her as a bother. Did he see her as one right now?

"...Sorry..." Echo muttered absentmindedly, continuing to stare.

"Well, I'm sorry, but there's no strategy to it! It's based on pure, (censor)y luck! How about chess, wise guy? It's better for you little pea brain." Silence huffed after.

"Plus, pastel isn't my kind of thing." For Now (:


"O-oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Echo whispered. She doesn't look away, although Galaxian's eyes creeped her out a bit.

Blank like fresh, clean slate...

"Hmph... you arrogant brat...Oh, I know. How about I get a nerf gun and shoot it at you. One of the large ones, modified. If you can dodge all of the foam bullets, I'll let you pick out a few pieces of candy from The Stash. You know... from all my good candy."

There was a leer in Silence's eyes when she said "modified", which probably (most definitely) isn't good. Adding on, it's a good reminder that Silence has a horrifyingly accurate and precise aim on top of an advantage of being able to move and see in between seconds (which was probably exercised a lot due to her past of staying with the Babey Gold Saints, as well as Adrik wearing her out).

Of course, is Hitan going to consider these things? Is he even going to accept this challenge?


Echo's ears twitch, which rustles her hair a little. She continues her stare.

"I, uhm, sorry..."

Just say it now!

"...Are you doing okay?"