Starter for Timeshatterer
The other Ekko frowned deeply. “Oh, I don’t think the two of us are, although your age matches mine fairly well - but what if he”, he pointed at the dead body with an ever so slightly shivering finger, “is actually the future of one of us who got ported back in time. He seems about our age. That’s how paradoxes are being created in the first place, right?”
Actually, he had no idea if his thinking even made sense. Given the circumstances it wasn’t unlikely he was just talking utter rubbish, but it was no use, something had to be done. The teenager sighed. “Trust me, I’m as close to flipping my shit as you, but we have to hide the body, compare timelines, especially things like wounds that left scars, anything that may be recognizable on the corpse.“
There was so much to look upon. When had their timelines split? Was the corpse really one of them? Hell, would that make him a different timeline? The last answer popped into Ekko’s mind spontaneously. ‘Only if we can’t prevent his death.’
“Hide the body? We’re in Zaun, man, I dunno if anyone is really gonna care…”
Although the words he was saying were words he believed, the Ekko of the timeline the two of them were currently trapped in honestly just didn’t want to touch a corpse. Especially not his own corpse. That was just too creepy.
He paused, looking down at the body lying there, before sitting down himself. He took one deep breath, then another. This wasn’t the first body he’d seen. So what if it happened to be his own body? So what if he lived in perpetual fear of his own mortality? That Ekko hadn’t been smart. This one was, and would be.
A third deep breath.
“I mean, sure. Compare timelines. Wounds. Whatever. I don’t think he’s from this timeline, though. Or didn’t seem to be, from the short conversations we did have.”
He still wasn’t able to think completely clearly.
‘Stupid body.’
The timeskipped Ekko shook his head lightly. "They won't. But we should. We better take our time for a proper analysis." And maybe, as he was still hoping, they could, somehow prevent this death of their paradox.
Okay, maybe that was unrealistic, but Ekko needed something to hold onto as desperately as a survivor of a ship crash clung to the plank he had reached.
The boy still sitting on the ground gulped audibly. "So... How are we doing it?"