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"Well, now, I didn't mean it like that," said Luz, hurriedly. "I'm awful sorry, darlin'." Luz stood up from her slouch and spread her paws in entreaty. "What I mean to say is, yer relationship with this revelation is yer own. It ain't inevitable jus' 'cause of bein' a shade, and other shades...

There was so much to balance in her head all at once. Responding to what was said, processing what she was hearing from Wishkeeper, maintaining her composure... So much effort. "Diyem's very nature ain't just that of a Dark Matter, which would be strange enough, but one that's been altered...

"I'm fond of that fella," replied Luz, with a faint smile. "Ain't got a miserly nor malevolent bone in his body. Nor any bones. Like us." She sighed. "Look, I've spent half my existence worryin' 'bout my existence. An' I recently went to Spirit's Edge with Buffet an' Cal to meet my namesake...

Brisa considered it. "Yeah. We could've asked Pop. He's shown moral character I consider unimpeachable. But I didn't even consider the possibility durin' the events, bein' too caught up in my concern with information leak." She sighed. It wasn't even delegation, it was just appeal to the most...

Luz shrugged. "It sure is pretty peculiar t'not have any clue what to expect from our kind's continued existence. If this is the first time in Creation that bein's like us've come to exist, nobody may know. I could choose t'find that special, or excitin', or an adventure, I guess? Or I could let...

Brisa had an answer for that one already. "Normally I'd trust a decision like that to Diyem, what with him bein' the leader an' all. I have done in the past, in fact, when he first confided in me that Eien was in the Tree. But on this occasion, the fella was incapacitated by Xerneas. In lieu of...

Luz sometimes liked to wander the Guild study or the library waiting for a book to catch her eye, or just to appreciate the feeling of endless knowledge and creation, enouh to fill an indefinite lifespan, if she turned out to have one. Sometimes that meant bumping into a Spectrum friend. So...

The way Zekrom spoke... It was both structured, and considerate. Kindness and intelligence taken together sure were a pleasant panacea for an unsteady heart. This was promising. "More or less. Information security at the state level ain't much concern where I'm from, but it still matters fer...

Brisa settled into her seated position and reminded herself that she wasn't on trial. She could see herself making small talk or asking Zekrom about herself for a while. She could see herself failing to adress the issue, or letting Owen do it for her. She'd feel like shit if it came to that...

Brisa swallowed hard and tried not to think too hard about the revelation as it came. Best not to be startled and have that, in turn, throw Owen off. She'd do her best to be smart about this, if she could. She'd have to come up with a plan for addressing this latest problem, though. If Owen was...

Brisa raised a brow. "Tangent's interestin' an' all, Owen, but what's yer agenda here? You've lead me t'her place, evidently. You reckon I'll get somethin' outta droppin' by outta the blue?" Obviously Wishkeeper – Owen, filtered differently – had somethin' in mind about dates, but she wanted to...

"Dragon of Ideals, right?" said Brisa, wondering why Wishkeeper was audible when he wasn't inhabiting Owen's body. "I know she heads the ethics committee, or somethin' of that nature. I might've been in her presence a time or two, but I don't recall interactin' with her all that much." Hmm...

Brisa sighed. That was true. "I like Pop," she admitted. "Fella tries hard t'be right fer his world. He's got humility. Don't much like that Soda was prepared to assume the worst of him after how he handled the Joule crisis." She wondered what the arceus of her world was like. She had a...

"Yeah." Brisa chewed the thought in her head a second before continuing. "That's pretty much how I saw it at the time. We had to do things exactly the way he intended, 'cause the consequence of fuckin' it up woulda been unacceptable. Shitty position t'be in." She glanced up at Owen. "Wouldn't...

"Keepin' busy," affirmed Brisa. "I'm lucky in that Luz seems to be lettin' it roll off her back. Could be worse." She clenched her jaw. She hadn't even been thinking about the egg thing. Too many things to worry about... "I've been tryin' to work off my feelings about this Soda drama. Folks in...

Patrolling the length and breadth of Destiny Village didn't achieve much in the way of productive outcomes, but it made Brisa feel good, and useful, and less fucking restless, so she kept it up. She gave brusque nods to a 'mon or two who recognised her, but she didn't come to a stop until she...

Well, that worked like fucking magic, didn't it? Brisa grinned, the tension flooding out of her like lightning meeting ground. "You got it, partner. Let's dust 'em!" <><><><><>

Luz has more'n a couple legendary 'mon t'look up to...

Oh, goodness. Cynthian really was the most melancholy gal. How to resolve this? Brisa looked off into the distance at the rest of the city. She'd gotten used to some of its peculiarities. Sometimes it seemed like you could find a solution to anything if you looked round enough corners...

Brisa closed her eyes and sighed. What had she expected, really? "Cynthian, y'can think what y'like of my decision. And Koa's, and Dave's. Just... Remember I had the best interests of the team in mind. Whatever it is that's been eatin' ya... Is it that old tangle about pullin' yer weight in the...