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"Yeah," said Luz. "Let's be off. I have the feelin' I oughta reconvene with Brisa 'n' prepare for another Team Spectrum scuffle. You ready for our next showdown, partner?" She patted Icetales' shoulder as they walked together through the portal, home. <><><><><>

Luz shrugged and cracked her knuckles. "Work hard afore you play hard. Fair enough! Let's get gone. But first..." She tousled Icetale's head before sauntering over to Maple and going in for a bear hug. "It'll be alright, partner! We'll see to it together!"

Brisa took a long breath. "I'm sorry I brought you here," she told Dave, quietly. "That can't have been pleasant." Fuck, what had she been thinking? That Dave would somehow run rhetorical rings around Jesse, and everything would go smoothly? She was so stupid. She loped across the living room...

Oh, bless. What a sweetheart. Luz considered propositioning Icetales just to see the poor fella squirm, but no, she had more important things to say to Maple. "Ma'am, I sincerely hope that we can help restore yer partner to his good self, and that the two of ya can resume yer world-savin'...

Luz said nothing, but nudged Icetales in the side and raised her eyebrows conspiriatorially.

"I can't believe I actually thought that I might be able to get some answers if I had some moral support, and instead I had to listen to the two of you mentally bloody each other over who's the least terrible goddamn father." The scorn in Brisa's voice didn't sound natural coming from her. She...

Brisa held herself as if she felt as bad as the two other mon looked. Buffet's reduced form perched in her mane, one head pressed comfortingly against her. How much had she heard...? "I'll save ya the suspense," she said, thickly. "I overheard damn near all of that. Saw some of the memories...

((Some blood mention.)) Jesse cradled his eye, swearing under his breath about how much this would fuck up his fur and how he'd have to deal with that somehow. And probably the headache he'd get from putting so much into the read would be unprecedented. Why had he done this? This poor son of a...

((Momentary blood mention at the end.)) Jesse let go of Dave’s mind with a strained yelp and a good deal of colourful swearing. His jaw ached from gritting his teeth and his cheek fur was fucking damp and he just missed Brisa oh god he fucking missed them both, that’s all, that’s all, that’s...

Bet everyone loves you back home. Sure they did. Drinks are always on the house for Jesse! Key to the city for Jesse! You’re a goddamn hero, Delphox Stranger! But he could see what they really thought of him. He could see what they really thought of his family. Right. Fuck this fuckin’ guy...

Jesse’s eyes narrowed. Okay. He was gonna go there, huh? Okay. “You’re one of those fuckin’ types who thinks that you’re so rational, so moral, so right in the head, that everything you think has gotta be true. That you know better than everyone else. And you keep believin’ it no matter how...

“Yeah, well, I didn't have to be sure about Brisa. I knew. It wasn't the one time, y'fuckin' idiot. That was just... the worst one. And let me fuckin' drill this in for you: whatever benefit of the doubt I could give her, fuckin' nobody else would. I showed you what happens to roughlanders who...

((OOC: this post contains some blood and gore. Click the spoiler for a censored version.)) Full telepathy with a dark type required meditation, but this motherfucker's humanity, consent to the link, and receptive intent were enough to let in stream of remembered emotion. Jesse's eyes blazed...

Yeah. That fucking tracked. This asshole wasn't lying, he could tell that much. Oh, Brisa... listen kid, I know I got it wrong– Jesse clutched at his cheek fur and yanked until the pain brought the world back into focus. If he were talking to anyone else he could just pour his agonised...

"You wanna talk evidence, you fuckin' hypocrite? You wanna know? Well–" Jesse cut himself off with a vulpine snarl. Why did he care this fucking much what this asshole thought. Why was he about to spill his own guts just to make a point. "Never fuckin' mind. You barely know my daughter. You...

"Fascinatin'!" breathed Luz. "Is it a phenomemon totally unique to the pair of ya? Y'ever find Radiance anywhere besides you 'n' yours?"

Jesse's claws raked the back of his chair and he bit down so hard it sent a pang of pain through his jaw. The nerve of this fucking guy. "Really. 'Never would've killed anyone.' Huh. You're sure? You're damn fuckin' sure? You aren't fuckin' psychic. She could absolutely fuckin' kill someone. I...

"Oh, I see, that's alright, then," oozed Jesse, so nauseated by the anger in his gut that his grip left claw-marks on his desk, "I'm glad to hear that you let your daughter kill and die fer a good reason. So which is it? Did your kid actually wanna eat ya, or was she only a killer when it was in...

"I did have a bunch of murderous assholes targeting her, you ignorant piece of shit! I had a daughter who refused not to use lethal attacks on people, and a town full of scumbags who'd love to see her dead whether she killed anyone or not! I fuckin' doubt you'd have done a better job than me...

Jesse turned away and let a white-hot flash of anger run through him and somehow managed not to burn this motherfucker to a crisp. "Can you fuckin' hear yourself? You think you have the fuckin' moral high ground over me 'cause you never got scared, never thought somethin' stupid, but you... You...