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Luz had tried to prepare herself to finally talk to those posse members still living who'd been closest to Brisa, but all that thinking about what to say to them had achieved was to make her core ache desperately in a way she could barely stand but was running out of stamina to suppress or...

Luz cracked her knuckles in turn. Spies. It didn't sit well with her. She wrote it off before, but... "Well, at least we're movin' towards a plan. I'll do what I can to keep the team morale up and get the best of those that're left of us in condition to keep up the struggle. If I can. I trust...

Sombra nodded, smiled. Still so tired. "Ah, yeah, she is," managed Brisa, her voice thick and uncomfortable. "I guess I just..." She trailed off. How could she explain? She hardly understood what was happening in her heart, herself. Again, Sombra answered for her. "A person can only suffer...

All things considered, Maple wasn't taking the news . . . as badly as she could've done. They were at least discussing things rationally! And the other God Squadders present were pushing on with the pressing practical priorities of the situation. Good. Luz allowed herself a small smirk at...

Luz approximated a long blowing-out of breath. There was so much riding on this moment, and Maple's expression was hard to read as she heard out first Bahamut, then Icetales. They talked about terrible loss, sacrifice, suffering... What could Luz say to follow their words? She hadn't experienced...

Brisa took a few shuddering breaths, and found the strength to look at Dave's face, scared of what he might see in her own. "Y'can call me Sombra, if y'like," offered the Shadow. "I'd say 'pleased t'meet ya', but I know you as well as Brisa does, of course." Sombra smiled, a little awkwardness...

Luz raised an eyebrow. This wasn't the angle she was expecting, and she was pretty sure this wasn't something she could help with, so... "I'll, uh. Let Truffle and Millijoule know we're here." She tapped out a few messages to her radiant fellas, then folded her arms and listened.

Brisa's face screwed up in pain, and she cast her face down, afraid to look at Dave and see his blood where she'd rent his throat. Sombra spoke for her. "Howdy, Dave. Please, come an' take a seat by us. We got some things we gotta say to each other, I guess." That shadow-distorted voice was...

Luz gave Joule a lopsided grin. "It's a pleasure t'finally make yer acquaintance, Necrozma Joule! I'm mighty fine as ever, and delighted to meet my sire at last. I, ah, take it you're not a dissimilar fella to my pal Millijoule, huh?" She offered a paw to Joule, (his claws weren't so much...

Luz cracked her knuckles over and over. Time to go face Maple, she supposed, and to ask her favour in using the tree of life for the benefit of Dark Matter's faction. She could almost hear herself saying No problem, Maple's a reasonable gal! We'll just explain our reasonin', an' she'll see...

Luz approached alongside the other Spectrum envoys with her usual eaasy stride, but it didn't fit right. Not now. At least the brightness felt good. "Howdy, Voices of Light," she called, grinning with something of her awkwardness showing through. Aw, hell. She'd really hoped Millijoule and...

Luz got the call to the meeting while touring her newest friend, Electrike Koamaru of Canalave, around Destiny Village. They arrived later than she'd hoped to. At first, she peered over the heads of those team members shorter than her (most of them) to search the wraithlike presences beside...

Luz grinned. Sure, kid. Let's be heroes. "I like yer attitude, Koamaru of Canalave! I don't know that I'd call myself a hero just yet, but . . . I'm doin' what I can. Right now, I reckon the best thing I can do is get you further up to speed and give you a bit of a tour. C'mon. Lemme show ya...

"Don't go any further," warned Sombra. Brisa stared hard at the Shadow. All she wanted was to keep going, to sink further into darkness, forever, and be done with it. Her final duty. To guarantee she'd never hurt anyone again. Her breath shook with fatigue, with misery, with anger, anger...

The tread of Sombra's pawpads on the forest floor grew more unbearable with every stride. Still she said nothing. Brisa broke first. "Fine. I'm not happy. So what? What does admittin' it fuckin' prove?" Again, that withering look of exhausted exasperation. "Yer friends want you t'be fuckin'...

"Aw, bless you darlin'. Rocky's basically a hyped-up kid, no wonder he spewed every piece of info under th'sun atcha. I'll try t'be a lil' more helpful." Luz ran a few things through her mind while counting off silently on her digits. Yeah, she could keep things concise. Probably. "So . . . we...

She shrugged. This fella's pep sure didn't last! Maybe she could get him to stop moping by simply pushing on. "The name's Luz. The rest is just what I am! Pleased to meet ya, Koamaru." So, he was bothered about being late to the party, huh? What could she say to that...? "Y'ain't the only one...

Yeah. Nah. Maybe. Did Luz count as a legendary pokémon or not? To hell with it, she'd answer the other thing. "Aw, guess you caught me out. Yeah, I'm a familiar. Ultra Shade, Zeraora Luz Escarpa atcher service. Don't tell me—yer a new Team Spectrum member?"

Don't follow me. Brisa loped onward, heedless of the things she glimpsed in the the forest depths. It didn't matter. So long as it brought her further away from Dave, from the others, from everything. I'm a goddamn monster. She'd finally done it, like she always feared. She'd lost control...