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Luz wondered for a moment if what she was struggling to put into words would show on her face, only to realise Luz wouldn't see it. Her source saved her the agony of trying to communicate by giving her a little wave and saying: "Safe travels, kid." "Safe travels," replied the shade, softly...

"Slow yer goddamn roll, Dave," snapped Brisa, moving quickly from her cushion to the door. "You're gonna go confront him with that? That's how y'think an investigation should be conducted? By someone who's already decided the fella's above scrutiny, with secondhand and incomplete information...

"Have you?" bit back Sombra, with less anger than fatigue. "You don't trust Maple, but what y'don't care fer about her is unconcealed. When has Soda ever given you a straight answer? When has he defended himself with information 'stead of playin' with folks feelings?" "We ain't discussin'...

I now have all four possible sprite companion slots it's possible to earn! Excited to add Brisa and Luz to the roster.

"I don't have a problem with Soda," said Brisa, quickly, eyeing her shadow. "No. But you oughta. One of the God Squad's gotta be a double agent. It ain't any of the others; none of them are capable. That fella has the motive, means, and opportunity, and he shuts down any inquirin' 'mon, not by...

Brisa smiled weakly at Dave's assent. "I don't spar after drinkin', anyway." She listened to the mightyena relate their 'death' with a lurch of anxiety. "I'm . . . glad you made it," she said. "Soda's a liar," said Sombra, quietly.

Luz bit her lip. "I know I'll think of more to ask. I could stay here a while, fer sure. Easy. But..." "It's okay," said Luz. "I'll give you a piece of advice, before you go." Luz drew close to Luz, and took her paw in her own. Electricity passed between them, and with it, understanding. "If...

Luz looked her 'source' over. She'd been expecting a mirror, or something unrecognisable. But in Luz, she saw just enough of herself, and no more, to recognise how she had become her. The Wandering Light was blind, and tired, and old. So different. Yet she was . . . kind. In her strange, blunt...

Brisa flinched away with each new pain. Dave was angry. (Scared?) He'd died, again, in the Worldcore. He didn't even sound relieved to have survived. "You don't gotta spar with me, Dave. I'll drop it." She wasn't sure what to say about the death. Was he right? People could believe all sorts of...

"Sounds like y'want to..." said the zeraora shade. "Would it be a bad thing t'keep the name I've always known ya by?" The hero just listened, face inscrutable.

"I'm alright, Cal," said Luz, softly. "Really. And if y'wanna meet the flesh'n'blood 'Cal', and y'want a friend by yer side, jus' give the word. I'll be right there with ya." Luz laughed, and Luz stared at her, confused. "There you have it. I shouldn't matter to you. I don't have any stake in...

Luz narrowed her eyes. Luz looked at Cal, uncertain. "Whaddaya mean, partner?" "Seeing if you were matching me, no doubt," mused the Wandering Light.

Brisa winced at the reference to their deaths. That wasn't fair. Combat sports weren't lethal save for the most absurd instances of disregard for safety regs. Going up against an angry star was . . . different. "I treat everythin' like work if I ain't careful," she said. "I'm workin'— Aha. I'm...

"But I'm so afraid," whispered Luz. "All the time. I ain't self assured, I just acted that way outta ignorance until the very first time somethin' spooked me an' then I folded like a house o' cards." "Really?" said Luz, folding her arms. "We're doing the 'courage is being afraid and acting...

The shade's mouth wobbled, and her ears pinned back. For a second, her body lost definition, looked more like tar than fur, before returning to the carefully sculpted form she presented. "But I don't– I can't..." She clenched her fists, and it hurt that there was no muscle there to clench...

The grin on White's face actually looked like the one Black usually wore. If only for a moment, before the serious look returned. "You have memories since you started existing, right? Those were your choice. And the way I figure it, there ain't a difference between what you care about and what...

White Luz laughed at that. "As much as anyone else is, I expect. Look, y'all are pretty young, I take it? Here's something it might help you to hear." The zeraora walked forward, until she was standing very nearly right up against her dark mirror. "Nobody is supposed to exist. They don't...

"Y'could do it as a favour to me," drawled Brisa. "Or 'cause it would make ya stronger fer the team. Or 'cause ya get a battle high just the same as I do, an' combat is healthier than this stuff." She tapped her bottle with a claw to emphasise her point. "I won't pester ya, though. It ain't...

White sniffed. "I have never met Brisa of my clan. These memories... They are only stories about what I represent to the Escarpa. You say you were born with them, that they are your identity?" The zeraora's face tensed in what could have been pain. Maybe pity. The shade nodded, making a face...

White nodded, and held a paw up, palm raised, in a gesture that invited elaboration. "Never mind your pa. If you don't know what a hero is, do you know what . . . 'Luz' is? Tell me about her, kid." Black cringed at the sound of their name in the mouth of her reflection.