[ echo likely doesn't spot roan at first, as he's using the window of the train as a mirror, chin tilted up while he picks at the new line inked down his throat, lips curled in a sneer. not a lot of things genuinely make him snarl like this. mountain men wannabe assholes putting a new mark on him, when marking is such a core part of azgeda's culture, is one of those things.
however, with the reflecting glass of the window, he does see echo pacing behind him, down the train as she leans to peer at faces. it's an odd sort of sentiment at first, roan unable to decide if he's happy for her being here or not. he's still kind of pissed about the bullshit echo pulled in the conclave. he's also still kind of dead, so a lot of it feels moot. ultimately, much as they love their people, they both failed azgeda.
roan settles with the latter, speaking up, as he pushes to rise from his seat and turn to her. ]
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however, with the reflecting glass of the window, he does see echo pacing behind him, down the train as she leans to peer at faces. it's an odd sort of sentiment at first, roan unable to decide if he's happy for her being here or not. he's still kind of pissed about the bullshit echo pulled in the conclave. he's also still kind of dead, so a lot of it feels moot. ultimately, much as they love their people, they both failed azgeda.
roan settles with the latter, speaking up, as he pushes to rise from his seat and turn to her. ]
Echo.