A/N: So guys, new fic! This one is going to be drabble formatting-I know, you're probably getting bored with this, but come on. I have no patience for long regular stuff. Might have some parts not in drabble format, but hey, I dunno.

Just a warning. This fic is going to contain some possible triggers. Suicide/Self-harm/Depression, you have been warned!

He was probably the only one who noticed.

The eighth member of the Argo II was a jokester girl, full of laughter and sarcastic remarks.

But Leo saw through the facade.

Leo saw through the mask.

Leo saw the hurt in the girl.

He saw himself in Echo Kalliope, the eighth member of the Argo II.

She had never really known anyone to see through her mask.

But she had a sneaking suspicion that Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus, knew her secrets.

For he himself was like her in many ways.

But she hoped beyond hope he did not know the darker ones.

The ones involving the scars that had not been made by a monster.

The ones that had been made by the very knife that hung by her own side every day.