"What happened to you in the last year?" he asked her.
Echo gulped, turning back to face the ceiling, "If I told you what happened to me… would you tell me what happened to you too?" She was just as curious as he was about their adventures in the last year. There were so many questions about him that he had left unanswered, and maybe this was the right moment to ask him.
"How about I give you one question, and then I ask you one… and so on?" he asked, willing to answer her questions.
"Okay," she replied, and rolled onto her side, so that she could look at him without having to turn her head. "When did you find out that you were a demon?"
"I knew that I was a demon a few years after I became friends with Finn," he replied.
Echo's eyes widened as she sat up, "Did Finn know that you were a demon?"
Damon shook his head with a small smile.
"Why didn't he tell me anything?" she asked, earning a chuckle from him.
'This little lover of mine is so curious. I guess she gets that from her brother,' he thought to himself, brandishing a lethal smile.
Echo gulped at his reaction. No matter how many times she had seen him smile, it always caught her off guard. She wondered if everyone else who had been lucky enough to see him smile thought the same way. The thought made her angry, and she crossed her arms, getting Damon's attention.
"Don't be so angry, we didn't tell you because you were a kid," he explained, sitting up on the ground. She looked at him, and smiled. He continued, "Why don't you have powers?"
"I don't really know, maybe the witches couldn't give a human powers after resurrecting them," she replied, biting her lips.
Damon frowned, turning his gaze to the ground, 'So she was resurrected by the witches. I wonder why they picked her. Why weren't they able to give her powers? Isn't she useless without any powers?'
"What are you thinking about?" Echo asked. She was concerned, and curious.
"Nothing… It's your turn to ask the question."
"Right! Uhm… When did you meet Kaia?"
Damon whipped his head to face her, "Why are you so threatened by her?"
"I'm not threatened by her," Echo's voice softened at the end of the sentence, she raised her eyebrows. Was she really threatened by Kaia? Well of course she was, to some extent. She could easily see that Kaia and Damon were close friends, and they were both demons.
Damon smiled, "To answer your question, I met her a few days after your family's funeral." He expected her to react to his reply, but when she didn't he continued on with his next question, "Why didn't you die from the fire? Jasmine said that the injuries were fatal." He felt a lump in his throat while he spoke.
Echo pulled up the sleeve on her t-shirt to show her wrist, "Do you see this mark on my wrist?"
Damon leaned forward, to examine a mark on her wrist. He gently held her hand, and stared at the infinite sign burnt into her flesh, "They hurt you while doing this, right?"
"This was one of the least painful things," she replied. He lifted his gaze to her, with concern written all over his face.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No!" she replied, taking her hand back, and laying down.
Damon looked at her for a while and laid back down, "I guess that's enough questions for today."
Echo did not respond. She closed her eyes trying to sleep, but felt Damon's hand move. Opening her eyes, she looked at him. His hand was dangling from the bed and his eyes were closed.
"What is it, love?" he asked, opening his eyes.
She felt bad for him. He was laying on the ground, and not even complaining. He had gone through so many struggles in his life, had he not complained even once?
"I can't sleep with you laying on the ground there. Just sleep on the bed… but don't try anything, I might accidentally… or purposely kill you," Echo scooted to the other side of the bed, while Damon laid down on the bed.
"The same goes to you," Damon replied.
Echo nodded, and kept a pillow in the middle. "Sleep now! Who knows what destiny holds for us tomorrow."
"Pfft! You believe in destiny!" Damon scoffed.
Echo glared at him, "And you don't?"
"We make our own destiny each time we make a choice," he replied.
Echo chuckled, "Destiny… that is destiny. You think you have a choice, but you'll never really know if you did. How could you? We just move forward, we never know what would happen if the choice you made was different. So maybe we're just following our destiny, written somewhere, and there's no way we could change it."
"If we keep talking about this I don't think we'll get any sleep," was Damon's response.
"I agree. Goodnight!"
Echo closed her eyes, falling asleep.
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The next morning, Echo woke up with a sore wrist. She looked to her side, and saw Damon glaring at her. Yawning and scratching her eyes, she hugged the pillow in the middle, her eyelids falling again.
Damon sighed, he stared at the ceiling and facepalmed, "I've been up for over an hour, and you are still asleep! How are you even a warrior?"
"Hmm!" Echo opened her eyes again, and groaned, stretching. Her hand almost hit Damon's face, who pushed her hand away. She smiled at him, and sighed. "What time is it? I'm so sleepy."
"It's eight!" Damon replied, glaring at her.
"What?" Echo's eyes widened, "It's eight?" She sat up, and jumped out of bed, tugging Damon with her, who was taken aback.
"What's going on?" Damon asked.
Echo turned to him, "Nothing! I just need to go to the library, there's this book I need to read!"
Damon stood still in confusion, "All this for a book?"