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Luz gave Truffle a yearning look. "It really does sound wonderful to travel with y'all. To do so much good. I guess y'must think pretty highly of the lot of 'em, huh?"

"Yeah, but t'be a Voice with no world, and t'lose an entire world? There's hardly a greater pain than that, nor one so hard to escape," commented Luz, taking a brief moment from her chopping to coax Truffle's wings back to effective use in his cooking. She sighed, and blew a tiny kiss to Leg...

Luz winced. "I'll drop it, Anthus. It's alright." Shnk, shnk, shnk. "I'm sorry. Grief an' loss are still new t'me. Anythin' really matterin' is still new to me. And I'm still so young y'can count my age in weeks. I take it this is somethin' I oughtn't t'bring up, an' that's fine. I know...

"Steady there, partner," said Luz. "I don't mean one with another you. One with everythin' but you, waitin' fer yer arrival. If such a place existed—Millijoule talks about the multiverse as if it's literally endless, perhaps one does."

Luz kept chopping, her knife making steaady shnk sounds. "I told you I wanted to travel with y'all fer perfectly optimistic reasons," continued Luz, evenly. "You didn't exactly dissuade me. But I've been thinkin'... Is there some cost, some price that would deter a person from joinin' the team...

Brisa's gaze didn't leave Giovanni just yet. She lingered. Imagined what it would be like to crush his windpipe under her paw. Was there anything to say? There was much to ask, but Giovanni was sharp. He would learn more than her and give away less than her from almost any question she could...

Luz nodded, shrugged, and got to work slicing apples. "Gotcha. Seems all of God Squad are troubled souls to some degree, then. Y'all seem pretty even-keeled considerin' what ya told me you've been through, yerself especially." Dead wife, dead child, failed deathwish. She glanced at Truffle...

Luz' eyes widened and she tipped her head down as she gawped at Truffle. "Centuries? But the fella acts like a lil' pup! How come he's all . . . y'know, like that?" She scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, all the more so for how it didn't make sense as a shade to perform a movement like that.

"Just shootin' the breeze with Bahamut about how pain an' aeons can change a person," she deadpanned. Luz wandered over to Truffle's side and leaned on the countertop. "Say, how old are yerself an' th'rest of the Squad anyhow? Oh, an' is there anythin' I can help ya with fer yer meal, by the...

Luz waved Bahamut off, out of habit and in thanks, although he might neither see nor care about the gesture. It had been an interesting discourse. Cibus sure was her home, but... Hadn't she told members of God Squad that she wished to travel with them when this was all over? Much to think on...

Brisa allowed herself a miniscule smirk, her jaw tense even as she did. It was too early—and their ignorance was too severe—to be confident about anything, but at least Giovanni was on the back foot. And Starr was telegraphing that she was the one in that position, even with Brisa and Dave...

Or we could end yer wretched life here, before you do worse harm to worlds elsewhere. You've forfeit all good faith already. So much fer guaranteed success, when we have you beaten down an' captured. You've failed, an' we'll keep it that way. Vague allusions an' conjecture are nothin' of...

Starr knew what she was doing. There was a world of difference between the wild fury Starr had shown just as she'd become a torracat and the sheer focus she was showing now. She'd got a grip. Good. It wasn't enough to let her relax, but it was enough to keep her hackles down and her teeth...

Brisa's loping gait turned into a run as she approached the Guild from the park. Starr hadn't texted back a reply acknowledging that Brisa was coming, and she couldn't help imagining spies storming the cells or Giovanni pulling some bullshit scheme, or– or something! She muscled past some...

Luz had heard that there was some romance in play among Team Spectrum, yes. She didn't really see the distinction between that and any of the relationships between posse members, but she got the impression Bahamut didn't care for that either, so perhaps he was merely being consistent. In any...

Luz caught the stone with one foot and kicked it up to catch it in one paw. "He oughta've known all that from his time incubatin'," she remarked, languidly. "Hope the fella comes out eventually. Hibernatin' in a rock ain't no kinda life." She gave Bahamut a begrudging frown of understanding...

Luz' expression didn't change. She watched Bahamut, still rubbing her chin, tail swinging slowly from side to side. A handful of people, unable to shelter Bahamut against angry mobs. That wasn't such an alien concept... It was what Jesse had always warned Brisa of. If it had ever come to pass...

Brisa loped from Sundae Park back towards the guild with her jaw set hard. Starr standing guard on Giovanni was one hell of a step up from her dreading laying eyes on him—hell, Brisa was damn proud of her friend—but it sure didn't sit right, the idea of Starr waiting there, alone, in silence...

Luz rubbed her chin, and tilted her head. "Lotta folks brought her by Diyem seem to have painful memories of unforgivin' worlds, but none so bleak as yers. Cibus sure seems like a paradise compared to what you're describin'. Was there really nowhere at all to settle down? No folks that showed...

Luz listened attentively, tail swishing. "How come I got the feelin' that you went on to have ten thousand comparable experiences? Wait, don't answer that, it was rhetorical. Still, was that the first of many such troubles?"