Thread:GalaxE/@comment-39654582-20191214060803/@comment-39654582-20191217042940

Echo thought for a moment, and unknowingly her hand had reached up to her neck, lightly touching the scar across it.

'...Like... a purpose of why someone would be alive?" Echo said, trying to keep it rather vague. Her hand quickly went back down to the ground, away from her neck, as Echo realized of what she was doing. It was a habit of her's to sometime rub the scar when thinking, tracing along it gently.

Echo hated the scar.