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Silver linings, huh… “Someone’s always gonna need saving,” Starr replied, waving a hand dismissively. “At least we can actually do something about it. No reason we can’t have fun in the meantime.” Talking about it like this made it feel real. It felt good.

Starr gave a small snort as Cal retreated back into the ground. Then she turned back to Owen. “Maybe I’ll see you if the team ever gets dragged back together to deal with some other bullshit,” Starr said with a scoff, like it would be a tedious chore.

“You think so? Well, you’d be the expert,” Starr replied with a smirk. “But yeah, I kinda was hoping some of it would stick around. Even if it’s just feelings.” She wanted to hold onto it. That feeling of being worth something. Starr held out a fist. “Well, I’ve been telling Brisa the...

"That sounds about right for you," Starr commented. She couldn't imagine him not trying to save people, even after making up for his past. The idea of looking at the long-term in her own life was... strange. She was so used to just living in the moment, never imagining any kind of a future...

Starr blinked. For a moment, she'd thought she'd misheard Dave. She'd been waiting for him to say that wanting to coming back was insane. He'd never wanted to be here, was never thrilled with being a Pokemon, and was apparently ready and waiting to just forget all about it. But no, there was no...

Right... Brisa had mentioned that Dave had chewed out her dad at Spirit's Edge. "Her dad can go fuck himself," Starr muttered, keeping her glare fixed on a random bit of sauce on the table. "She's better off without him." Dave kept going on about how they'd never remember this, never see her...

A crooked grin made its way across Starr's face. "Really? Man, Feraligatr would've given me shit if I tried that. I guess being a nerd goes way back for you." In a way it was kind of... grounding to imagine Owen as a little Charmander doing homework way back when. Something simple, before...

Starr blinked at Owen for a few seconds, then broke into a wave of ironic laughter. "Man... the hell is it with Pokemon worlds getting pulled into hell, huh?" Was the the flip side of the coin for having a world run on miracles and good vibes and shit? Well, at least he could still find some...

Starr let out a low chuckle. "You don't have to be so sappy about it." Still, it felt good to hear. The sort of thing that might have been easy to brush off if it were coming from anyone else. Coming from Owen, it didn't feel like some kind of empty platitude--he knew that reality better...

Starr bristled. For a moment, she felt a wisp of cold discomfort in her chest, that he was right, that it was better to forget. But then-- "Brisa's not gonna be taking their shit anymore," Starr said sharply, and she wasn't quite sure who she was saying it to. She ran a hand down her face...

Starr's eyes automatically drifted toward the shadowy Mightyena before she averted them. "I don't know. There's a lot of things I wish I could forget,"--a cold fist gripped her heart--"but this isn't one of them." Maybe she really did need to talk to Owen... "I guess you'd rather think back...

Man, he sure knew how to cut deep. Part of her wanted to be annoyed at how on-the-nose he always was, and yet... there was something hard to hate about the earnestness that came with it. He reminded her of Brisa, in a way. Starr exhaled slowly, lifting her eyes from where they'd been glued to...

Starr nodded distantly. "Yeah, I guess you wouldn't know either way, 'til you got it back." In a way it did kind of sound easier... except it gave her the fucking creeps. Someone screwing with you, and not even knowing about it? Hard pass. "Y'know, when I first got to Cibus, I figured I’d be...

Man… the idea of forgetting all of this and not even having any warning for it. That sure was chilling. And that had just been Owen’s life before coming here. Hell, it had happened again when he first came here. For better or worse, he had experience. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’d be able to deal...

Starr nodded distantly. "Yeah. We knew that from the start. Still worth it, though." She wasn't used to the idea of anything lasting. Of getting to hold onto anything for long. "I know some people are like 'why bother, it's only temporary,' but like... everything is."

By the time Starr had been pried from the battlefield and given some berry or other that'd let her stand on her own feet again, she was ready for a week-long soak in the bath. Yet another meltdown-induced win. Starr turned to Astrid and said, "You're a horrible influence, you know that?" with a...

Starr didn't think there was any way her body would keep moving, but again, for the third time, she got back up from something that should have crushed her. This time was the last, though, she could feel it. One last strike. Had to make it count. Starr chuckled under her breath. "Well, if...

Goddamn. Starr wasn’t sure what was more surprising—Diyem turning into that thing or Diyem having fun. He was actually having fun. And so was the Eternal Blacklight, Inan. It was nuts. Cibus was nuts. The light of Endure faded, and Starr was still standing in the face of all Diyem’s blows...

Starr smacked her forehead. “Duh, that’s right.” Then a crooked grin made its way across her face. “You know, when Brisa first told me you were planning to solo them, I thought she was screwing with me. Or that you were screwing with her, either way. But yeah, not gonna lie—it was badass. And...

Starr tilted her head, as if she was about to ask where the wrapper had gone, but she didn't. “Yeah, I never really expected I’d get into the colosseum like that,” Starr replied a slight laugh. “I was a decent trainer back home, but not as hardcore as some people I know. It’s definitely Brisa...