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Brisa was down. Brisa was down, she'd tried so hard not to let that happen, fuck... Even if... Brisa herself was fine with that. She'd wanted it to happen. Starr could feel that much through the energy now filling her body, setting her ablaze with power. Alright. She could trust in that...

It was just supposed to be a fun, easy match. It wasn't supposed to like, traumatize anyone, goddamn. But Shield had managed to calm her down, and Darkwhite--yeah, Darkwhite--was still willing to keep going, so... fine. Fine. They'd keep fighting. Starr glanced at Brisa out of the corner...

Starr grit her teeth. He was still standing, of course he was still standing. He'd managed to take everything she could dish out back during the Rayquaza mission too, and-- She stopped, forcing herself to breathe. No. This wasn't like that. She was a lot stronger now. She could keep going...

Starr let out a low snort. Well, Brisa's calling sure had worked, and she wasn't about to go complaining about it. And Shield's guard was down again which meant--as if anyone couldn't have guessed--more fire. These blue flames were way more potent than her usual blaze...

Sword changed back into a Mew. That was... good. Yeah, that was good. Anyway. Shield had about a zillion barriers because of course he did. It'd take some work to get through them. But first... healing, for the both of them.

Yeah, he sounded just about as fucked up as Starr felt. Her eyes gradually slid back toward him before she reminded herself that she didn't want to know how bad she'd kicked the shit out of him, or anyone else. "She was, yeah," Starr replied, her voice monotone. "Not... sure if she's doing...

Starr winced as the flaming kick knocked Brisa flying. She let out another volley of Blue Flames at Shield, but then... The whole point was for Starr to take offense. They both knew this. But if she didn't do something fast, Brisa would go down, and... she didn't want that.

So Shield was their only target? Fine with her. Starr reached for her Radiance and then... abruptly shifted it. Not the usual offensive, not this time. She wasn't in the mood for pain, was sick of having to fight through it to do anything right. Maybe that wasn't the 'optimal' play, but she...

Starr heard a voice coming from the common room and glanced around the corner to see Dave sprawled out on the couch, looking half dead. Probably hungover, judging by the bottles on the table. "Hey," she said. You look like shit. "Is Brisa home?" Starr found her eyes sliding away from him...

Starr gave Sword a deadpan stare as the latter paraded around as an Incineroar. Well, at least she was having fun. And it was better than the alternative. With just a quick sideways glance at Brisa, she got to work--

Physical activity was good for not thinking about things. And the average colo match had about a billion things happening at once. A lot to process. Which made it hard to devote much thought to what had happened in the Radiant Void. That was ideal. Brisa had set up the match. Starr hadn't...

What a fucking night. The instant the post-mission meeting had wrapped up, Starr immediately headed back to her house. Fortunately, neither of her roommates had been home. She wasn’t in the mood to see them, or anyone, for that matter. Well, except... Brisa had gone with her. Starr hadn't...

Starr remained at the back of the meeting, determinedly not saying anything. More overcomplicated bullshit, more of everyone turning out to have like fifty different parts. It didn't matter. They'd figure out who needed to get some sense beaten into them next--probably Soda--they'd go ahead...

"Why does anyone think I'm worth anything. Why do you think I'm worth anything. People keep... giving me second chances when all I do is hurt them. What do I have to do for you to see it?"

They have to know what you're really like. You'll show them. YOU'LL SHOW THEM.

Starr was silent for the longest time, staring up at Brisa's tear-streaked face. Several times she tried to open her mouth, tried to protest. Tried to look away. But she couldn't. All the the walls she'd tried to put up had crumbled. Of course you fucking matter. There were a thousand...

Brisa's words felt like a hand plunging into her chest, squeezing her heart. Why. Why couldn't she just be scared. Or angry. Why wouldn't she leave. Why did people always stay with her, even when she hurt them. It didn't make any sense. "Why does anyone think I'm worth anything," she said...

Brisa was... here. Bruised, bloodied, broken, but still standing. Starr felt the burning need to do something, anything, and found herself automatically reaching for the Shadows that she knew had the power to heal... and then she froze, trembling. Just thinking about the Shadows made her...

A heavy fog hung over Starr's mind as the first shreds of consciousness slowly returned to her. The only thing in her memory was a sea of thick, stifling anger, and she was drowning in it. She couldn't quite feel her body--just a dull, painful mass vaguely in the shape of an Incineroar. What...

The words burned. Burned harder than the searing Radiance all around. Why did she have to make this so hard? Why couldn't she just let Starr go. "Don't you get it? I don't give a shit about anyone but myself. Not really. It only bothers me because it hurts. My own pain is all I care...