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Brisa swallowed, and thought of how intimidated Cynthian had been of Starr when they first arrived. Several others, too. Starr... Starr didn't want people to think of her as dangerous. Well, Brisa could relate to that. "Sounds t'me like you're afraid of yerself," said Brisa, quietly. "Afraid of...

Brisa nodded sadly, internally a little glad Starr was finally saying these things to someone, to anyone. Perhaps Brisa was the right person to tell, but that just made her heart break all the more. "Y'can't take a thing like that back, but y'can do what else is right and good. And didn't ya...

Brisa allowed herself a shuddering exhalation of relief. At least Starr would concede that. "D'you just... D'you feel like what you did is so goddamn terrible, only dyin' can make up fer it? That you'll never wash the blood off?"

"I don't want you to die either," said Brisa, her voice breaking a little. She took a sharp breath, steadied herself. "You don't have to be willin' to die rather than live under duress, Starr. An' y'can be better than y'were, without sacrificin' yerself." Brisa chewed her cheek and imagined...

Brisa couldn't help but thrash her tail and pin her ears at the reminder of how she'd been treated before, for the same things she was celebrated for now. Starr, as usual, had a point. "I'm not tryin' t'say ya never did," she replied, a hard edge creeping in, softened immediately as she...

Luz gripped them both in a big hug, her huge paws pressing them close. It felt good. To matter to them. To care about them. To have family besides her alter ego of sorts. "Y'got me any time y'need me," she said, warmly.

Brisa nodded. Sombra never lied, either. But then, what of all the other Shadows she'd heard speak? Wishkeeper, speaking of how everyone is going to use you. Cynthian's darkness, shrieking about her worthlessness. Dave's inner self, so sure he was unloved. I don't give a shit about anyone but...

"Sure y'are," said Brisa, with irony, but without much bite. "Better'n most of our teammates would be doin' in the same position, anyway." And that was with how bad the shit in Starr's past was, to get brought to the fore by Blacklight and the parasite... I don't give a shit about anyone but...

Ah, Starr had already heard about it, then. Good. Or whatever. "Good luck to 'em," said Brisa. She was quiet for a minute, settling herself with roasted nuts and canned ale. The feeling of gloom was still there, but she'd still rather be where she was than anywhere else. At last, she bucked...

"Yeah, I–" Shit, was Starr gonna want to hear about her recent mission? Eh, she'd hear about it soon enough, Nate was her housemate after all. "Uh, I went with a few others into Diyem's Voidlands, did what we could to rescue that corrupted mewtwo. No fightin', believe it or not. I, ah, kept...

Brisa sighed, and smiled at her friend. "Yeah, partner, I reckon we'll do better one-on-one. But I sore appreciate the offer." Yeah. It'd be fine. "C'mon, let's watch a movie or somethin'," said Brisa. "Somethin' dumb an' full of good fights." Owen seemed amenable to that, so she flicked...

Brisa smiled fondly, but with concern. Yet another person she loved looking like shit. Every mission took it out of the team in a new way, and she felt less able than ever to support them. "Help yerself," she said, hefting the tote onto the coffee table and planting herself on the other side of...

Now... They'd hung out as usual to watch movies. They'd met up for their normal drills and matches. They'd taken on and defeated spectacular opponents. But things still weren't right. Starr was still holding what had happened right up in her chest, piercing her own heart with it. Brisa had...

Before the fight in the Radiant Void... Gods, but Brisa ought to have tried one of Cibus' spas before now. How much less stressed could she have been if she'd just had a goddamn hot bath once in a while? And they had some kind of fucking berry or orb or something that made the water pleasant...

Brisa groaned, and dragged a beanbag over to Owen's living space to slump over. She'd been in such a good mood, until Cal came up, and by extension, Luz. "She's tryin' to be what y'always wanted to be. Unaffected by things. But that's not somethin' a person can be. You dyin' affected her. Of...

Brisa nodded, and put her badge away, but she still didn't want to turn and face Sombra. "You ever figure out how come Wishkeeper is audible now?" she asked. "We don't know how Luz felt when we left," said Sombra, ignoring the distraction. "We don't know how it affected her." "Can't have been...

Brisa sucked air through her teeth. "Wind an' weather, pal. I know. I know." "So do somethin' about it." Brisa backed out of payment confirmation on her badge to quickly add some artisan lager and another dessert, and then hit the 'Make God Pay For It' option, claws tapping erratically on the...

"She seems happy," said Brisa. "We're more attuned in combat than ever before, an' she's always excited fer Colo matches. Which is good, 'cause I don't know how I'd fare without her in the stands to lend me her aura augmentation or whatever it is. She's been hangin' out with other shades a lot...

"Fans, huh?" said Brisa, grinning. "Yeah, I'm aware we got those. Don't tend to run into 'em much what with keepin' as busy as I do. Might take a trip outta DV just to see that fer myself." She scratched behind her head. "I don't think I've been too much in the loop with Luz fer a while now..."...

"It's good advice, and payin' off," she agreed. "You'll have seen how not burnin' out so much is workin' wonders fer me in the Colo, fer instance." She let herself daydream for a moment about a Colosseum career lasting years, long after all this was over... "What about yerself? You takin' it...