She stands at the railing, her stomach pressed against the cold metal, the only thing keeping her from the icy depths of the Mediterranean.
The Mare Nostrum.
She climbs over and stands on the other side.
She thinks about what is left to live for.
She is making a choice.
She deserves to die, she knows that.
Or at least she thinks she does.
She thinks about all she's done and she knows that she should jump.
But she is a coward.
And she knows that she must go on with the quest.
And so she begins to climb back over the rail.
Winds catches her and blows away her grip.
She yelps, but does not call for help in the howling winds.
She does not want anybody to find out her secret.
She will not let anyone find out.
And so she musters all her strength and collapses on the deck.
Seemingly happy, they found her.
Leo is crying, the memories becoming too much.
The flashes of his now dead mother's beaming face.
The mother he killed.
He wants more than anything right now to die, die because he should be dead.
"Are you okay?"
He startles at the concerned voice of Echo.
"Yeah."
"You're crying."
"Thanks for noticing, Sherlock."
"What's wrong?"
Somehow Leo found himself trusting this girl, and he poured out all his secrets to her.
As she comforted him, Leo Valdez realized he was falling in love.