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Brisa hung about outside the house that night, waiting for Luz to come home. They'd agreed to talk, but Luz wasn't big on exact scheduling, and Brisa found herself pacing, nerves heightened. Relax, came the now-familiar voice of her Shadow. Yer only afraid that you ain't been good to her. And...

Brisa watched, fascinated. So, Diyem and Maple were becoming... what, exactly? "Will y'be callin' yerselves Voice of Blacklight or somethin'?" she asked, mostly sincere. "Sure seems like you'll each've got most of the big five energies after the conclusion of this endeavour. Is that safe?"

Brisa grinned. "Glad t'see y'all're still yer old selves, new bodies aside." A sword, huh? Would 'Zacian' fight like Icetales fenced, or perhaps more likely, in some other wild combat style? And did 'Zamazenta', by contrast, have a form with a conjured shield to protect his partner? She...

Brisa pawed at her chin. Sword and Shield would be the vanguard, most certainly. That would be a very different situation to what the team was used to, what with Eterna-tinged foes being immune to even God Squad's abilities... They'd no longer be the only viable warriors, nor even the most...

Brisa nodded as she listened. So, Sword and Shield, huh? Their names could hardly be more appropriate. It was enough to make one believe in destiny. "That all seems eminently sensible t'me, partner," she drawled. "So, I take it these two'll play a role in our strategy fer our combat with Eien...

Logging a shitton of writing and drawing to complete the second and third waves. Then, selling everything not on this list and buying the rest: As for moves, Charge and E. Terrain should be slots 3 and 4 respectively, for replacement in Unleashed.

"Huh?" Brisa had actually allowed herself to start peacefully dozing off with her head resting against Starr. She took a moment to process what the incineroar had just asked. Starr always crashed on the couch. If Starr didn't use the couch, then... she would... "BrrpprwHhaAT—" She damn near...

Brisa responded with an exaggerated groan and buried her face in Starr's collar to hide her own big, stupid grin. "Fair enough, partner. Another one, then." She sighed, happily. Besides everything else, it was so, so, so goddamn good to see Starr smile for real again.

Brisa closed her eyes and let out a quiet purr of relief, not just that yes, of course her feelings were welcomed, but that Starr still felt so comfortable with her. She deserved to feel that much at ease for once. So, she'd 'finally said it', as Starr put it. Had Starr just been waiting for...

Brisa chuckled, and gods, but it felt good to feel like it was okay. To feel safe, admitting to it. "Yeah. I like you somethin' fierce, Starr. I don't know fer how long, but it ain't been hardly a crush fer a while now. Figures that you'd've realised already." Starr wasn't the first person to...

"Ain't that more or less what ya did?" Brisa laughed, and she shoved Starr back, but her ears were heating up again and she dropped her gaze. She could almost hear Starr's knowing smirk, goddamnit. Brisa really wasn't subtle, was she? She sighed with catharsis, made herself meet Starr's eyes...

Brisa chuckled. She hadn't even been hung up on that. "It was fair enough t'be honest. I told ya way back in the pit that I always felt alone." She shook her head, and her smile warmed. "Haven't felt that way fer a while now."

It had hurt. But so did any rough enough fight... Hell, so had that fight, in the Dojo, so many months ago. Brisa gave Starr a dry smile. "Sure. An' I remember wantin' t'kick yer teeth in a while back. Did a pretty good job of it too, as I recall." She squeezed Starr's paw in her own...

Brisa swallowed, and thought of how intimidated Cynthian had been of Starr when they first arrived. Several others, too. Starr... Starr didn't want people to think of her as dangerous. Well, Brisa could relate to that. "Sounds t'me like you're afraid of yerself," said Brisa, quietly. "Afraid of...

Brisa nodded sadly, internally a little glad Starr was finally saying these things to someone, to anyone. Perhaps Brisa was the right person to tell, but that just made her heart break all the more. "Y'can't take a thing like that back, but y'can do what else is right and good. And didn't ya...

Brisa allowed herself a shuddering exhalation of relief. At least Starr would concede that. "D'you just... D'you feel like what you did is so goddamn terrible, only dyin' can make up fer it? That you'll never wash the blood off?"

"I don't want you to die either," said Brisa, her voice breaking a little. She took a sharp breath, steadied herself. "You don't have to be willin' to die rather than live under duress, Starr. An' y'can be better than y'were, without sacrificin' yerself." Brisa chewed her cheek and imagined...

Brisa couldn't help but thrash her tail and pin her ears at the reminder of how she'd been treated before, for the same things she was celebrated for now. Starr, as usual, had a point. "I'm not tryin' t'say ya never did," she replied, a hard edge creeping in, softened immediately as she...

Luz gripped them both in a big hug, her huge paws pressing them close. It felt good. To matter to them. To care about them. To have family besides her alter ego of sorts. "Y'got me any time y'need me," she said, warmly.

Brisa nodded. Sombra never lied, either. But then, what of all the other Shadows she'd heard speak? Wishkeeper, speaking of how everyone is going to use you. Cynthian's darkness, shrieking about her worthlessness. Dave's inner self, so sure he was unloved. I don't give a shit about anyone but...