Echo tells the tale of his imprisoned as a garden. Inspired by ’Drift Away’ from The Steven Universe Movie.
It was a garden. A garden where it was freezing and nothing would ever grow. Where everything was dead. A garden so carefully placed so it would never see the sun. Where I would never see the sun.
They locked my away, keeping me alive with vines of imprisonment. Which tore into me, causing an eternal pain. With no room to breath, nothing to see, no one to talk to, no room to live, I had but one option. Stand very still.
I remember they would smile. They would smile and laugh. At jokes, each other, and at me. Oh what good fortune I brought them.
They were happy to have gotten what they wanted, and all it cost was my life. They were happy to take it, to lock me up and watch me drift away.
They continued living, everyone continued living. Echo’s closest friends going on without him.
There I stood, all on my own. Trapped in a frozen garden. I was always counting, counting the seconds, counting and counting. I counted for so long it seemed like I had been trapped a thousand years. Standing all by myself as those thousands of years go by.
Part of me accepted this was my life now. That I didn’t have a life, I had a purpose. To serve like a machine. So I became a machine.
But night after night I couldn’t help but to wonder, if I had been doing this right, why didn’t they listen? Why didn’t they stay? Why did they only ever watch me drift away.
They used me, finding what they needed from me and took it. I realized they didn’t care. It took me so long to realize that I wasn’t on my own side anymore. I realized I was only kept alive to suffer, to aid in killing my brothers.
But finally, after so long, there was news on how the story of ARC trooper Echo ends. He doesn’t exist now, he is gone but survived by his body.
Being freed from the garden by a man who’d gotten on with his life. He was my friend, was. He made new friends, discarding me until this moment.
Isn’t that lovely? He finally thought about me, after so long
Isn’t that cool? Someone finally cared enough to come and see what ARC trooper Echo had been doing for the last few months.
Isn’t that cruel? That no one had noticed I’d been suffering for months and months, for days and days, for minutes and minutes.
And aren’t I a fool? To believe they would even think I’m alive? To believe the men outside my garden door cared? To believe someone actually cared?
No one noticed as I drifted away. Did no one notice? Did no one care?
Because I’m starting to believe that they didn’t