The sight of a certain depressed-to-the-max head of seaweed has made me quite ill.

I want to know what it is, this 'sin' they say I've committed.

Of course. I loved it so much it made me want to spit on you!!

Let me give you a word of advice. A loyalty that holds fast will become a blade, and will some day pierce those you hold dear. Open both eyes wide. That is, if you… don’t want to end up like me.

Echo is a servant of the Nightray house.

We are linked by our shadows, not by our light.

Even if I'm to be tortured, to be mistreated, to be humiliated, Echo doesn't have a right to fight against it.