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Brisa shook her head. "Nah. We've been fightin' pokémon as powerful as that body he's in, but we ain't been fightin' him. And we ain't ever fought him at full strength, neither. Just think about that, willya? Every time we've faced Giovanni, we've been taken by surprise while already exhausted...

Brisa knocked back the rest of her drink and signalled the bartender for the same again. Now... What was this really about? "Okay. So, what, you're frustrated 'cause you've wanted to dust that bastard since before he even turned up, but you ain't been pullin' the weight y'think you oughta be?"...

"I reckon I follow yer meanin'." Brisa hid her dry smirk of disagreement behind her drink. This wasn't the first time Starr had insisted she was no hero, and doubtless it wouldn't be the last, but Brisa had seen the way Starr looked out for her teammates, the way she burned herself up with the...

Brisa tapped a claw thoughtfully on the table as she took another sip. She knew by now that even when everything Starr said sounded wrong, there was sense there somehow. Starr didn't make decisions in the interest of self preservation. So when she said 'it was safest'... "You're still...

Brisa remembered. It was hard to forget. But Brisa knew Starr wasn't a monster, no matter how much the torracat seemed to believe it. "Sounds like you chose to protect yer friends even though you'd be cast out fer it if you were found out," said Brisa, carefully. "And they believed in you...

Brisa weathered the sharp response. She couldn't exactly blame Starr for being terse; her memories must be truly painful. "There's no way that prick let you walk out on him just like that," she replied, after a moment's consideration. "Not with the way he treats other livin' beings as his...

Brisa gave a little chuckle of her own. "Yeah, imagine it. You 'n' me, dustin' that smug bastard together." It sounded like a real thrill. There was almost nothing she wanted more, in fact. She held Starr's gaze evenly. Her friend was putting a kind of trust in her she only hoped she deserved...

Holy shit. Brisa grimaced. "Wait, you're tellin' me that motherfucker is yer own goddamn pa? No kiddin'. Ah, fuckin' salt and sand and spit, I can't even begin to imagine how I'd feel in yer position... Gods, what with him havin' that kinda power 'n' all." Wind and weather. She imagined Jesse...

"I thought it weren't the same shit, exactly? Not the same as from yer own world, I mean. That sonofabitch didn't seem to recognise you, right?" Brisa shook her mane to clear her head. This wasn't the heart of the issue, now, was it? "Even so, if it's weighin' on ya... You have a friendly ear...

Brisa nodded, and flicked her tail in thought. "That's more'n fair. I can't say as most folks, even in this world, wouldn't blink twice at the like of what you told me." 'Most folks'. Not Brisa. ...But, if the two of them hadn't been stuck together in that pit, if Brisa hadn't been tearing...

Brisa frowned, sipped at her drink. She was smart enough to know what Starr meant by that. "Anyone judgin' you fer yours? They oughtn’t to. I might not know exactly what yer history is, but I do know that even though it's dark, it ain't simple neither."

Brisa nodded, anxiety sloughing off her as the whiskey took to work and Starr complained about something comfortably unfamiliar. So long as Starr wasn't mad at her, Brisa found that the way she had of just streaming her frustration was easy to get caught up in. It was strangely... freeing...

Brisa nodded, her expression one of dust-dry amusement. "Yeah, all that stuff is wild t'me. Don't have nothin' like it on my world. I've caught up as best I can, but folks don't even seem to agree on whether Team Rocket is real, or fictional. A joke, or a serious threat. I'm told that 'mewtwo'...

Brisa nodded, and indicated their booth with a nod. She didn't have to wait long for the drinks, but it gave her long enough to start overthinking how to talk to Starr. This had been the way for... weeks, now. Maybe even since they'd gotten out of that pit. She wanted to be around Starr any time...

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