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Starr leaned against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at a random spot on the tile floor. She couldn't really see the point in trying to guess the Blacklight-guy's deal at this point. Not when there were so many unknowns. It was like chucking darts at a dartboard. Something did occur to her...

So after all that time spent acting like he was all high and mighty, he was basically just a pawn of the blacklight guy. And of course he couldn't remember anything about why the hell Cosmog had been in the Shadow Machine. Because that'd have been too useful. "Do you even remember how you...

Holy shit it had actually worked. And it had ended up being his starter of all things that'd done it. It almost seemed too good to be true ...Still not calling him Silver though. Screw that. "Alright, spill it. What the hell is that phantom guy's deal?"

"No it fucking doesn't," Starr snapped at Mewtwo without looking at him. "Doesn't erase all the shit you've pulled. Enjoy your cushy goddamn cell, 'cause you're not leaving." Lunala was still struggling against the hold, and Starr adjusted her grip. "And you," she growled, "can it with the...

She'd been too focused on Giovanni, so it took Starr an extra second or two to notice that Lunala had made a break for it. By the time she bolted after him, he'd already been snagged by the Whirlpool and the rolling wave of shadowy earth. But she didn't trust either to hold him for long...

Starr's tail lashed back and forth as she considered Diyem's words. No. No something about it still didn't fit. "I don't think he would've done something like this intentionally. I can see him doing the memory lock thing to hide something from us, as insurance, but not outright switching...

God dammit it had worked. Of course it had. It made no sense, so of course it worked. "So someone switched their memories, and their... personalities? Why? What on earth possible motivation could there be to do that?" Starr ran a hand down her face exasperatedly and then turned to the...

Starr folded her arms. "So let's get Silver's team in here, then. They couldn't even recognize Lunala--let's see what they make of him," she said, jerking a thumb toward the jailed Mewtwo.

"You were the one that wanted us to find the missing piece," Starr retorted in disbelief. "What the hell did you think would happen?" He was definitely hiding something, but whatever it was felt maddeningly just out of reach. Nate sure seemed to be concentrating pretty damn hard on something...

"It's not just fucking Pokemon listings, it's--" Starr's voice cut off abruptly. She could already imagine the infuriatingly self-satisfied look he'd give if she tried to explain that she'd seen a bit of him in Lunala's face. That wasn't just something she could fail to recognize. "You didn't...

Starr really didn't have any idea what the hell to expect. Up until they'd met with Lunala, she really wouldn't have said there was anything off about Giovanni. All the times she'd encountered him here, as a Mewtwo, he'd behaved pretty much exactly how she would have expected. But then how...

Starr bristled, glancing between Nate and Sil--Lunala. There was some part of her that wanted to scream, 'Not when it's fucking Giovanni,' but she couldn't find the will to. As for the idea of bringing the two together... it sounded insane, but... We need some fucking answers. This is...

Starr kept found herself running through it in her mind, over and over. It was too ridiculous to be true. There had to be some other explanation. But what the hell else could it possibly be? At least Diyem was just as confused as they were. He's not... Giovanni pretending to be Silver or...

Starr couldn't look at Lunala. She couldn't stop seeing herself reacting to being told something like that. So instead, she just focused on Nate. "When I was talking to Giovanni earlier, he said that one of our allies had been for awhile. Replaced with a fake." Her voice was monotone...

Starr's eyes flickered toward Nate. She hadn't known that something was up with Giovanni as well. Pretty much everything she'd seen and heard from him felt like him. So then what the hell was going on? "Giovanni said that he was missing something. What if he was missing part of himself?"

This wasn't a goddamn bluff, there was no way. Like hell Starr wouldn't be able to spot that. "You were the one who said you were Giovanni's kid. And you sounded pretty damn sure of that." So then why the hell...? He'd remembered things that he shouldn't have. The lost memories didn't...

What. Th... there was no way. It didn't make any sense. Nothing about this made any fucking sense. How the fuck could he be-- (He didn't even know his own his own name. He just reacted to the names he was given.) But then who the hell was in jail--unless they were both-- (Multiple worlds...

Starr's tail twitched. And just as she was starting to wonder if she's been wrong to think he was a fake, he had to go ans say shit like that. Like he'd never had any sort of bond with them to begin with. Maybe he didn't even know if he wasn't the real Silver. In fact, he probably didn't...

Starr glanced away awkwardly. Just because she'd been suspicious of him didn't make it any better to imagine being in his position. Even if it was stupid that she kept imagining herself in his shoes. Also Nate sure had some kind of reaction to Bean. Starr wasn't sure what was up with that...

Starr folded her arms. She wasn't about to go feeling sympathetic or anything. She absolutely wasn't. "As in... they're not letting you out of their sight, or what?"