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"Yeah, I keep petitionin' to fight Pop, but he don't seem none too keen, so I guess I can chalk that up as a surrender," joked Brisa. "Honestly, if y'told me ya had a way fer me to stay here, just kickin' ass professionally at the Colo, I'd take it." It'd hurt like hell to lose the rest of the...

Brisa's face broke into a smile at her new friend's quip. She turned and padded over, slow-blinking amiably. "Aria. Good t'see ya. No fan meetups, that stuff ain't really my style. Just said g'bye to my last remainin' combat student. Been doin' final assessments fer those as've been with me a...

Brisa soaked in the view from the top of the world. She could touch the heavens. She could see the curvature of the planet. She could pass out, if she wasn't careful. "This is one of a dozen spots I shortlisted," she admitted. "But y'said y'wanted to see the world, and with only time fer one...

"Sounds good," said Brisa, almost as if nothing had happened. Maybe her voice cracked a little, but she kept going, mundane as you like. "Let's have a look at the showtimes and see what's on." She gave Dave's shoulder a firm, brief squeeze as she got up from the sofa and went to get her satchel...

There. That was the last one. Her final student's final lesson. It had been so ordinary, she'd almost forgotten the significance of the event while she drilled the kid on proper breath regulation while using priority moves. Her last lesson was just a Quick Attack practice. Mundane as it got. She...

She knew how Shadows worked. How much of this was there, held back, locked away? Brisa maintained the hug, just kept her arms tightly around Dave, just let the Radiance gently hum and glow. It's okay. You can let it happen. I won't say a word after, if you don't want me to. It's sad that our...

Brisa chuckled, and in an impulse of affection – and happiness at Dave actually grinning for once – leaned over and got the mightyena in a bear hug. A flicker of Radiance sprung from her pawpads. I love you, Dad.

Brisa smiled. "No idea what Fugu'd say 'bout all that, but I fer one feel fuckin' inspired." She shrugged. "Me only likin' gals is spitin' a bunch of infinitely complex arrangements of self-replicatin' particles. I like that."

Brisa chuckled. "Maybe a shrinkin' population is better fer the long term survivability of life, if perpetuation matters more'n propagation. Wouldn't wanna grow yer numbers past what the world can tolerate." It was like a game, almost. But she should concede the cosmic joke, at least. "I get...

Brisa allowed herself to be a little smug, having been a mountain-climber since she was a kitten and kept up the habit while on Cibus, if at times only by means of Guild HQ staircases. But she didn't let on. It would be ungracious. "You're more'n welcome. It meant a lot t'me that you fought me...

Brisa listened along, following the general meaning if not the particulars. Molecules, she understood, were microscopic particles from which matter was composed. The idea that their replication was a microcosm of mundane reproduction was intuitive enough. And despite magic and souls absolutely...

Brisa nodded. Genetics had come up in their first ever interaction. She'd first heard of the concept from... Well, from her pa. Huh. "Tell me a li'l somethin' 'bout genetics, why don't you? Can't promise I'll follow everythin', but I like seein' you genuinely fuckin' interested in somethin'."

Brisa rolled her eyes dramatically. "Combat sport an' talkin' 'bout feelings are the best goddamn things there are. What's wrong with you?" She smiled at Dave and sank back into the couch with a sigh. She was gonna miss him too. Him and all his bullshit. "You should talk to Fugu about what you...

"Still haven't picked up a taste fer recreational fightin', have ya?" commented Brisa, marvelling that the guy somehow made it through every damn fight the team had been in, and a couple Colo matches at that, despite having less of a battleheart than practically anybody. "Don't worry, I'm done...

Brisa nodded in agreement. "Fella's alright with me," she said, definitively. "Doubt the Arceus of my world is as pleasant, if they're still around. Ha, as if I'd be so lucky." She coughed, awkwardly. "Don't mean t'sound corny, but... We were only doin' our jobs. I'm just glad he's stickin'...

"Somethin' like that, usually. This one time I just attacked her fuckin' immediately. I was havin' a shit day, didn't wanna talk, went at it. The battle got me to open up about my shit without overthinkin' it. Worked out." Brisa cocked her head. "She use her Mesprit gift? Give you a reflection...

"Don't tell me y'got everythin' worth talkin' 'bout sorted in a single session," drawled Brisa, trying to lighten the mood a little. "Remind me, what did you end up goin' over last time?"

Only one? Good grief. "Dave, I'll pay if it gets you to go." Gods, please don't fight me on this. Every chance for some emotional breakthrough is a chance things will be better for you back home. But you'll just talk about how you'll write it all off as a dream or whatever. Goddamnit. Brisa...

Brisa nodded sceptically. "Uhuh." When had Dave ever been fine? She leant on him at times, yes, but she wasn't stupid. She was familiar with Shadow. She knew well enough. "How's therapy?" she asked, pointedly. "You're still with Fugu, last I heard."

"Sounds good. Just so long as you have a good time too. I..." I worry about you. I care about you. I love you. "I want you to be happy fer at least part of the final stretch, y'know?"