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Starr gave Sword a deadpan stare as the latter paraded around as an Incineroar. Well, at least she was having fun. And it was better than the alternative. With just a quick sideways glance at Brisa, she got to work--

Physical activity was good for not thinking about things. And the average colo match had about a billion things happening at once. A lot to process. Which made it hard to devote much thought to what had happened in the Radiant Void. That was ideal. Brisa had set up the match. Starr hadn't...

What a fucking night. The instant the post-mission meeting had wrapped up, Starr immediately headed back to her house. Fortunately, neither of her roommates had been home. She wasn’t in the mood to see them, or anyone, for that matter. Well, except... Brisa had gone with her. Starr hadn't...

Starr remained at the back of the meeting, determinedly not saying anything. More overcomplicated bullshit, more of everyone turning out to have like fifty different parts. It didn't matter. They'd figure out who needed to get some sense beaten into them next--probably Soda--they'd go ahead...

"Why does anyone think I'm worth anything. Why do you think I'm worth anything. People keep... giving me second chances when all I do is hurt them. What do I have to do for you to see it?"

They have to know what you're really like. You'll show them. YOU'LL SHOW THEM.

Starr was silent for the longest time, staring up at Brisa's tear-streaked face. Several times she tried to open her mouth, tried to protest. Tried to look away. But she couldn't. All the the walls she'd tried to put up had crumbled. Of course you fucking matter. There were a thousand...

Brisa's words felt like a hand plunging into her chest, squeezing her heart. Why. Why couldn't she just be scared. Or angry. Why wouldn't she leave. Why did people always stay with her, even when she hurt them. It didn't make any sense. "Why does anyone think I'm worth anything," she said...

Brisa was... here. Bruised, bloodied, broken, but still standing. Starr felt the burning need to do something, anything, and found herself automatically reaching for the Shadows that she knew had the power to heal... and then she froze, trembling. Just thinking about the Shadows made her...

A heavy fog hung over Starr's mind as the first shreds of consciousness slowly returned to her. The only thing in her memory was a sea of thick, stifling anger, and she was drowning in it. She couldn't quite feel her body--just a dull, painful mass vaguely in the shape of an Incineroar. What...

The words burned. Burned harder than the searing Radiance all around. Why did she have to make this so hard? Why couldn't she just let Starr go. "Don't you get it? I don't give a shit about anyone but myself. Not really. It only bothers me because it hurts. My own pain is all I care...

The threads were back. Tedious. Annoying. Like insect bites. And with them, more useless, meaningless words. "Back to the way things used to be?" Starr echoed with a laugh. "Do you honestly think that ever STOPPED being me?" Brisa was still standing. Still facing her down. Unafraid...

Starr saw them all in in a haze of red. The team gearing up to take her down. They thought they could stop her? Pathetic. She could take on any of them as her normal self, but like this? She was unstoppable. Why should she have to pretend like she didn't enjoy having power? Meaningless...

It happened in an instant. First a blast of dark-light energy, hitting her square in the face. Starr staggered backwards, squinting through the haze, struggling to focus. Then a reddish, serpentine blur lunged right for her, striking her chest. Burning, nauseating pain radiated out from the...

Radiance mixed with Shadows for the countless time. The fusion attack exploded with overwhelming force, tearing into Maple's blinding body yet again. It felt... good. It felt right. Starr barely has a moment to appreciate the feeling before Brisa was off, grabbing Nip's claw and teleporting...

Starr wasn't sure how long she'd passed out. She could feel distant rumbles shaking the earth. Hear the frenzied roars and booming thunderclaps tearing the air. Some distant part in the back of her head told her that she needed to move, needed to help the others. Another just wanted to lie...

Things were going pretty well. A raging thunderstorm of Shadows had blown Maple's head clean off. Maybe this was doable. Then the meteors hit. The first wave clattered off Starr's shield. The next wave shattered it. Then they just kept coming without end, and all the dodging in the world...

A thick fog of shadows clung to Starr's mind. The sting of Radiance was just a dull tingle, barely noticeable, despite the overwhelmingly bright haze in the air. All around them, bodies hanging from thread extending upward into the void. Another goddamn world full of people to save--none of...

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The air sizzled with the sting of Radiance that Starr knew so well, and the countless lifeless-looking bodies suspended from golden threads all around them sure didn't make the place look too inviting. Oh, and there was a gigantic fucking bug-dragon ready to smash their skulls in. Maple's...