Echo of an Echo

by JackOLantern1337

Echo reflects on his name and his tragic life.

They call me Echo. I didn't get a choice in the name. It was a good choice.

I am an echo.

Of Heavy, so brash and bold. He died a hero.

Of 99. He was born a defect and died a trooper.

Of poor Droidbait who tried so hard and died so young.

Of Cutup oh life was such a joke to him. I wonder if death he felt his death was just as funny.

And of Fives. My best friend. Who went so far. And yet died a traitor. Broken and insane.

Of the Grand Army of the Republic. We were heroes. Now we are monsters.

And of myself. A broken husk of a man. I am as much machine as man now. I am nothing but an Echo of an Echo.