"An idea," Seul said. "Great. What is it?"
She said it out loud, to the empty room behind her. She had no idea if he could hear her. Then his voice came back beside her ear, breathless and a little smug.
"I can hear you, you know. I've been hearing you for a while." A pause, and the sound of him dodging something. "You're losing."
"So are you."
"Yeah," Echo said. "That's the thing. We're both losing to the wrong people."
Seul watched him come down the street, dragging his bad leg, the white light flashing over the rooftops behind him.
"Your singer," Echo said. "Everything she does is sound. Her voice holds them together. You can't push through that. Nobody can push through that." He laughed, short and ragged. "But I can mess with sound all day."
"And yours?"
"Light," Echo said. "Fast. Really fast. Faster than me. I can't catch him. I can hear where he's going, but I can't get there first, and I can't stop him from going where he wants."
