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Sombra's face contorted into a grimacing scowl that she didn't let Shadow see, though he may have felt her grip on him tighten. "A gal who promised she trusted us an' then never reached out after somethin' went wrong. A gal we protected from the anger of the townsfolk, who hightailed it once...

"I ain't worried about that," said Luz, beaming. "I mightn't be mortal, anyway! An' I got bravery written into my very nature." And her only ancestor was Luz Escarpa. "C'mon, let's get on!"

"Maybe all it'll take is a tiny change," conceded Luz. "Y'know, a tiny change actually happened, just a day or so before Briz woke up in Veritas City..." Her attention turned to their pursuer. "How d'ye do, stranger? Might ya be Luxray Onion? Well met!"

Luz's reply caught in her throat a moment, but she forced them out all the same. "People don't treat Brisa right where she's from. I got plenty of her memories up here," – she tapped her head, conscious that the memories were actually in the stone her chest concealed – "an' that's somethin' I...

Sombra let Shadow stay there, clinging. She clung back, and her exhaustion seeped out of her continuously in that dry, warm, moving air that felt so like a sigh. "You've got twice the years I have, if our years ain't too different. D'you really think it's so simple as lovable and unlovable...

Luz shrugged. "I figure real power has t'be heavy. Like, I'm made from stories about a hero who's brave an' bold and wild, but seein' all the wrong as gets done by powerful individuals makes me think that it takes somethin' special t'be strong in that way an' stay strong in the other way...

Luz checked her badge for the time since her last report-in on the groupchat. "Yeah, not quite that long. But a while. Plenty of time to think. I don't much intend t'give up, whatever we find today. Yer welcome t'keep pace with me as long as y'like, of course. You're good company, partner."...

"Sure thing, partner!" Luz exclaimed, apparently to Cal, to Sour, and to herself. She set off without hesitating, swinging her arms with loose energy. They were onto something after all, against all expectations!

"Cal's my friend," declared Luz. "If she wants to come, I'll protect her." She put a firm paw on Cal's shoulder. "It's your call, partner. What'll it be?"

Luz beamed. "Sounds right t'me. The zeraora whose likeness I bear is sometiems called th'Wanderin' Light, given her proclivity fer endless journeyin'. She's a protector, too. But I, ah. I can't meet her any time soon. That bein' so, I'll do my utmost to seek out a zeraora t'learn from!" She...

Luz rubbed the back of her neck and grinned abashedly. "Well, what we are is a long story. I guess y'could say we're a li'l like ditto? Anyway, I'm meant t'be a zeraora, I guess, just as my pal here is meant to be a charmeleon. But I never met one, y'know? Was hopin' I might meet 'em, or at...

"Well met, Luxray Sour!" said Luz, cheerfully. She strode forwards to extend a paw to shake. "Ought I to assume yer already familiar with us familiars?" She smiled at her own, unintentional joke. "Either way, I don't suppose y'might be willin' to tell me about Zeraora, would ya?"

"Maybe I shoulda brought Brisa," mused Luz, out loud. She had no idea how she'd stand up to the luxray tribe, but she was probably made of tougher stuff than Cal, and coming here had been her idea. The decision was an easy one. She casually moved in front of Cal, ready to block the attack, her...

"Maybe y'can!" said Luz, beaming. "We'll continue our conversatin' later!~" She called up to the hidden figure or figures. "How d'ye do, stranger? I'm Luz Escarpa of Team Spectrum, seekin' Zeraora of Cibus or those as know 'em! This here is my friend an' travellin' companion, Cal! Now, who...

Luz leaned heavily on her raised knee. "Ye've really had this on yer mind, huh. Nah, I didn't know that about Bean. I knew about Pop an' Cola, though. Seems t'me like Cola's already nothin' much like Pop, an' Pop seems t'be respectin' that. I get that yer more worried about this than I am. Maybe...

"Then be you!" said Luz, decisively. She felt a little more her usual self, with Brisa back and Joule providing a salve to her existential concerns. Perhaps she should reign it in a bit, for Cal's sake? She slicked back the 'fur' on her head – more well-defined than ever; she'd been practising...

"Oh, the thing about that fella reabsorbing shades? I'm honestly findin' it kinda comfortin'. Assumin' he even can reabsorb familiars, which we don't even know yet if he can do, it means I can bring an end to myself an' travel the universe as a wanderin' light, a hero, like I'm meant to. It's a...

Luz made a begrudging face. "Yeah, no kiddin'. Ain't no environments quite so fantastical as this where Brisa's from. Fulminare Escarpment gets a lotta storms but perpetual electric terrain is somethin' else!" She gave Cal a gentle thump on the shoulder. The Shade-charmeleon was a real...

"We love you too, y'know," whispered Sombra. "We know you care. Sometimes it don't make sense to us that y'do. Sometimes y'remind us of Pa. But we always know." Sombra beckoned Shadow over for a hug. He accepted, and Sombra pulled him close, and thought it a little strange that she should be...

Sombra turned to fully face Shadow and looked at him through tired, melancholy eyes. "We will always care about others. The fantasy is that we might learn a way t'survive never expectin' t'be loved in return. To love others silently, painlessly, needin' nothin' from them t'feel whole."