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Echo's fingers feel cold on her flushed cheeks, soft on the angry scars, innocent against a face that can not allow herself such a luxury. For a moment Claire is still, caught in Echo's eyes. Echo's fingers drop to her lips, tracing the shape. Claire gasps softly. She takes a step backwards, breaking the spell. Echo leaves, her bare feet only barely audible.

Months later, Claire is doing a post-engagement exam on Echo when she notices that Echo is staring at her.

"Are you ok?" She asks gently.

Echo leans forward, her fingers finding Claire's cheek again. She pulls Claire closer.

"You think you're not real. You think I'm not real. Maybe we're the only things that are," Echo whispers, her lips brushing Claire's cheek.

Once again, the only sound is bare feet, walking away.