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Starr put her other paw to her forehead with a dry laugh. "Oh my god, Dave. Must've sucked to overhear that. I guess I can't blame him for laying into the guy though. Was half-wishing I could've done it myself. Though... not feeling like I missed out if it turned into that." Psychic...

Starr met Brisa's eye. The urge to dispute what she was saying was still there, but... it was harder to listen to it with just how damn earnest Brisa had looked when she said it. "Yeah. Maybe you're right." Maybe they would beat him, dammit. It was all they could hope. "And hey... speaking...

Starr chuckled weakly, shaking her head. "Where the hell's that confidence coming from." She was used to Brisa being the anxious one overreacting to things. The reversal was... strange. But it was hard to deny that she didn't feel alone, and that was something. "Don't know how much I buy...

Starr glanced away with a huff. "I don't know. Maybe? It's fucking stupid, I know. We've been beating the shit out of gods that're at least level with Mewtwo, maybe even more. I shouldn't be feeling like this."

For all the times she'd wondered why Diyem didn't grab Ajia or Jade, Starr suddenly felt an uncomfortable lurch at the idea of them facing Giovanni or Mewtwo, let alone both combined into one. "Yeah. Better me than them." Even if Ajia would've been the sort to keep the team unified and Jade...

Starr clenched her mug tighter. "Only because they're too stupid not to get themselves into trouble." With a defeated sigh, she went on, "You know, when I first got here, I wondered why Diyem didn't grab Ajia or Jade. They're the hero sort, not me." Everything of her conversation with Diyem...

Again with the positive spin. As if there was anything at all brave about torturing a friend because she was too much of a coward to defy Team Rocket until there was literally no choice left. "Doesn't change that I chose to do that shit. Nothing changes that." Her mouth had gone dry. She...

Starr let out a hollow chuckle. "Yeah, that's not the sort of thing you can just up and walk away from. My friends exposed the fact that I'd tried to keep them alive. They got the rest of the team to turn against me, including the boss, so... not much of a choice but to run for it. We've...

"Of course not," Starr snapped automatically, only to wince immediately afterward. "I mean... no. I left over a year ago. I hate that life. I hate the things I did for them." And yet... if Ajia hadn't gone through with her insane plan, would Starr have ever left? Would she have betrayed...

Starr let out an unexpected gut laugh. God, yeah, Brisa had offered to do that, hadn't she? It felt like forever ago. "I fucking hope you get the chance to. Hope we both do. Who knows. Maybe these screwed-up auras will be good for that someday. Can only hope." She leaned her back against the...

Starr's claws dug into the table. "I know he didn't recognize me," she muttered through clenched teeth. "That doesn't make it any easier that it's my father causing all this shit. Or another version of him, whatever you want to call it."

Starr scratched behind an ear, letting her gaze slide back to the wall. She hadn't had to deal with keeping it all inside back home. Not when everyone around her already knew. Her team. Her friends. And now... "It's getting harder. What with all that shit following me here now."

Starr gave an impassive shrug. "Not like they know enough to judge. And I'm not planning on changing that anytime soon." Especially not considering the new development of possible Team Rocket spies in their midst. Fuck that. Starr guzzled down some scalding coffee. Every so often her...

Starr gave a small snort. Wow, what century was Dave from, huh. And then there was Brisa's world over here, giving people crap for, what, living in the woods? She idly found herself wondering what kind of random stuff from her world would come off as totally nuts to anyone here. "It's not...

Oh. Okay, so Brisa didn't even know that much. Great. Where to begin. Starr glanced away. "Can I just say that it's weird as hell that random-ass ordinary everyday stuff can just be not real. Like, I'm over humans not being real in half these worlds--really, I am. But then there's worlds...

Starr let out a hollow laugh. "I'll say. I didn't mind when it was just, y'know, beat up a random-ass Legendary every other week. Could do without the Team Rocket conspiracy bullshit." Of all the things from back home to follow her here, why that?

Starr followed in after Brisa, still half-surprised she'd been able to drag the Luxio away from the crossroads (she wasn't complainting, though). "Just coffee. Black." God, she needed it after that shitshow.

Lexx shrugged. "S'fine. No need to push it, I'm sure the team'll have it covered." He tilted his head. "What's getting worse, though?"

"Mm, yeah, causing chaos just to make trouble doesn't feel like his style. Bit too inelegant." So Silver was more the sort to brute force problems, then. He was more similar to Starr than to Lexx in that regard--not that she'd ever admit that. "He had another angle for showing up, besides...

"Ah, well... I've never known Giovanni to be one for getting his own hands dirty, if he could help it. Suppose he's probably had to relent on that a bit now that he's a Pokémon, but eh." Lexx shrugged heavily. "You're right that it's hard to imagine why he wouldn't have caught Karat, if it...