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There was more Brisa could say about that than she could stand to right now. She settled for changing subject. "There are a few trainers on the team," mused Brisa. "No trained 'mon, 'til you, partner. What's that like? He treat ya well?"

"No kiddin'," replied Brisa. She acceded to Echo's prompting and took a berry between her claws to eat. "Guessin" this stuff ain't the sort of thing either of y'all're used to back home," she commented. "Fer me neither, but at least I got some experience with suspicious, angry folks thinkin'...

Brisa couldn't help but smile. It was borderline infuriating how sweet Echo was. He reminded her of Luz on her 'up' days. "Yeah." She groaned, and shifted to lie on her flank. She'd pushed herself so much she was practically cramping up. "Ah . . . nah. Things're tough right now, partner."...

Brisa collapsed onto the living room couch with a soft thud. One ear pricked at the sound of Echo's wings. "Howdy," she mumbled into the cushion.

Luz nodded. "Identity ain't somethin' fixed at creation anyway. I realised recently that I've got less t'do with the actual Luz Escarpa than I do with Brisa, an' what Brisa imagined herself t'be when she were young. That realisation... I'd say jus' bein' aware of it makes me a li'l different...

Luz felt what she imagined would show as a blush on a body other than her own. She put a paw to her cheek. "Darlin', yer too sweet by half," she admonished. "I sure ain't unbreakable, and I got concerns aplenty now that I've had a hot second to live and be, but I reckon I'm still that gal...

"An' that's a good thing, ain't it?" Luz leaned back again. "I do remember back then, yeah. I remember bein' all jumped up thinkin' I was invincible and everythin' would always work out. Then I buckled the second somethin' went really wrong fer me fer th'first time. Sounds like you're buildin'...

Brisa nodded, and made a small noise in her throat. "I've come t'know Thyme well enough, and I've had occasion t'meet Pine an' Bone. Not so much Pita. I know the gist. I know their situations are different t'my own." She frowned, and wondered if it would be acceptable to take more cake. She...

Brisa winced a little, but the cake took the edge off it, and she knew a comment like that would be inevitable. "It's a fair point, ma'am. But even temporarily, even if I forget it after, I wanna have somethin' like that at least once in my life." She hummed, and tapped a claw against her...

"Impressive trick y'got there," said Brisa, with a low whistle. "Wonder if y'could teach me a thing or two 'bout electricity manipulation." Oh, yeah. Advice. Brisa took a smaller centre piece and enjoyed its smell and warmth for a moment while she spoke. "My apologies if'n this sounds a li'l...

"Cibus has the most remarkable culinary tradition," said Brisa, smiling. If Owen was hungry and underindulged, this would help. "If'n y'all don't mind, I'd like to shelve that one 'til Owen and I take our concerns to the chief. Might be wise to have Pop join us fer that one, and perhaps a...

Brisa directed her gaze at the cake as she listened to Wishkeeper rant. None of it was particularly unfair or unjustified. Repressed dark thoughts needn't be irrational nonsense, of course. Sombra was evidence enough of that if Wishkeeper wasn't already. Why was Owen's shadow so agitated now...

Brisa bit her cheek. How to handle this...? Certainly not by letting on that Wishkeeper was audible. It wasn't the time. But even so, she had to let Owen know he didn't have to hide his frustrations around her... "I just got done makin' things right with Vix before her moonshot," she said...

"Well, now, I didn't mean it like that," said Luz, hurriedly. "I'm awful sorry, darlin'." Luz stood up from her slouch and spread her paws in entreaty. "What I mean to say is, yer relationship with this revelation is yer own. It ain't inevitable jus' 'cause of bein' a shade, and other shades...

There was so much to balance in her head all at once. Responding to what was said, processing what she was hearing from Wishkeeper, maintaining her composure... So much effort. "Diyem's very nature ain't just that of a Dark Matter, which would be strange enough, but one that's been altered...

"I'm fond of that fella," replied Luz, with a faint smile. "Ain't got a miserly nor malevolent bone in his body. Nor any bones. Like us." She sighed. "Look, I've spent half my existence worryin' 'bout my existence. An' I recently went to Spirit's Edge with Buffet an' Cal to meet my namesake...

Brisa considered it. "Yeah. We could've asked Pop. He's shown moral character I consider unimpeachable. But I didn't even consider the possibility durin' the events, bein' too caught up in my concern with information leak." She sighed. It wasn't even delegation, it was just appeal to the most...

Luz shrugged. "It sure is pretty peculiar t'not have any clue what to expect from our kind's continued existence. If this is the first time in Creation that bein's like us've come to exist, nobody may know. I could choose t'find that special, or excitin', or an adventure, I guess? Or I could let...

Brisa had an answer for that one already. "Normally I'd trust a decision like that to Diyem, what with him bein' the leader an' all. I have done in the past, in fact, when he first confided in me that Eien was in the Tree. But on this occasion, the fella was incapacitated by Xerneas. In lieu of...

Luz sometimes liked to wander the Guild study or the library waiting for a book to catch her eye, or just to appreciate the feeling of endless knowledge and creation, enouh to fill an indefinite lifespan, if she turned out to have one. Sometimes that meant bumping into a Spectrum friend. So...