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There had been a time when any touch from another person had been businesslike at best, or hostile at worst. Starr's willingness to show affection with her physical presence, with touch, was comforting in a way Brisa had never realised she needed. She didn't do that thing everyone else did...

Brisa nodded, and finished her swig. "Sure am. This is a first fer me, bein' this large an' powerful an'— oh! I got the luxray vision, just as I expected. Still gettin' the hang of it, but it sure feels good. People treat me different, too. Most people. Not you, really." She looked at Starr...

After Brisa's revival, before the fight with Red... Since then... Brisa's dreams had been fragmented, intense, confusing as always, but strangely pleasant compared to the usual fare. Starr had... Starr stayed with her. Because she'd asked. She'd slept off half a lifetime's fatigue, thrown...

"I weren't askin' what y'thought of how I'm doin'. I'm askin' after yer thoughts on yer own source. But if y'wanna sit quietly with them awhile... Well, that's just fine, darlin'." Luz patted Cal's shoulder gently, and shifted on Buffet's back such that, if Cal wanted, she could lean against her.

Luz smiled kindly at Cal and gave her a gentle bump on the shoulder. "Berry f'yer thoughts, partner? I know there'll be a lot on yer mind after all that."

Luz shrugged. "I'm thinkin' maybe the idea of a hero who's thrilled about takin' on the world's problems is a fantasy. Maybe a 'mon can still be heroic and be chipper about it, but I think dedicatin' yerself to it means bein' . . . like that. I guess the Wanderin' Light's legends are from a time...

"I sure appreciate the trip, partner," said Luz, evenly, staring out at the starscape. "I would've wondered fer ever what she was like until I actually met her, y'know. Turns out... She's not all that like the person I'd imagined, except fer in the ways I really care fer. She ain't fired up an'...

Luz wondered for a moment if what she was struggling to put into words would show on her face, only to realise Luz wouldn't see it. Her source saved her the agony of trying to communicate by giving her a little wave and saying: "Safe travels, kid." "Safe travels," replied the shade, softly...

"Slow yer goddamn roll, Dave," snapped Brisa, moving quickly from her cushion to the door. "You're gonna go confront him with that? That's how y'think an investigation should be conducted? By someone who's already decided the fella's above scrutiny, with secondhand and incomplete information...

"Have you?" bit back Sombra, with less anger than fatigue. "You don't trust Maple, but what y'don't care fer about her is unconcealed. When has Soda ever given you a straight answer? When has he defended himself with information 'stead of playin' with folks feelings?" "We ain't discussin'...

I now have all four possible sprite companion slots it's possible to earn! Excited to add Brisa and Luz to the roster.

"I don't have a problem with Soda," said Brisa, quickly, eyeing her shadow. "No. But you oughta. One of the God Squad's gotta be a double agent. It ain't any of the others; none of them are capable. That fella has the motive, means, and opportunity, and he shuts down any inquirin' 'mon, not by...

Brisa smiled weakly at Dave's assent. "I don't spar after drinkin', anyway." She listened to the mightyena relate their 'death' with a lurch of anxiety. "I'm . . . glad you made it," she said. "Soda's a liar," said Sombra, quietly.

Luz bit her lip. "I know I'll think of more to ask. I could stay here a while, fer sure. Easy. But..." "It's okay," said Luz. "I'll give you a piece of advice, before you go." Luz drew close to Luz, and took her paw in her own. Electricity passed between them, and with it, understanding. "If...

Luz looked her 'source' over. She'd been expecting a mirror, or something unrecognisable. But in Luz, she saw just enough of herself, and no more, to recognise how she had become her. The Wandering Light was blind, and tired, and old. So different. Yet she was . . . kind. In her strange, blunt...

Brisa flinched away with each new pain. Dave was angry. (Scared?) He'd died, again, in the Worldcore. He didn't even sound relieved to have survived. "You don't gotta spar with me, Dave. I'll drop it." She wasn't sure what to say about the death. Was he right? People could believe all sorts of...

"Sounds like y'want to..." said the zeraora shade. "Would it be a bad thing t'keep the name I've always known ya by?" The hero just listened, face inscrutable.

"I'm alright, Cal," said Luz, softly. "Really. And if y'wanna meet the flesh'n'blood 'Cal', and y'want a friend by yer side, jus' give the word. I'll be right there with ya." Luz laughed, and Luz stared at her, confused. "There you have it. I shouldn't matter to you. I don't have any stake in...

Luz narrowed her eyes. Luz looked at Cal, uncertain. "Whaddaya mean, partner?" "Seeing if you were matching me, no doubt," mused the Wandering Light.

Brisa winced at the reference to their deaths. That wasn't fair. Combat sports weren't lethal save for the most absurd instances of disregard for safety regs. Going up against an angry star was . . . different. "I treat everythin' like work if I ain't careful," she said. "I'm workin'— Aha. I'm...