Echo is stiff and rigid... that skin isn't soft. Her elbows, her fingers—they have weirdly gapped joints. She isn't made of flesh at all.

She is just an elaborate puppet.

Zwei, on the other hand, points her knife at you, Aomine. She braces her other hand on the ground, chuckling madly, her voice delirious.



"I wasn't ready! You... you can't just do that!!"