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Brisa could hardly think. Her own mind was drowned out by shadows. She'd used so much of her strength, every kind of strength, in that fight. That moment. Everything hurt. Everything burned. Pathetic, ain't it? That this is the best y'can do. You only died, why can't you be stronger than this...

Dolls of the deceased. How delightfully macabre. Creative, rather. A delightfully creative way to honour the dead. "I'm jus' fine, said Luz, sauntering closer. "You know me. Nothin' fazes th'Wanderin' Light." She took a seat and put her cheek in her palm. "Be honest with me, fella, how are ya...

"Howdy, you two," said Luz. It was beginning to feel wrong when her voice didn't 'match' recent events. She softened it. Not very well, she thought. "Guess I thought I'd come check on y'all," she added, approaching.

Luz spent a fruitless half-hour wandering about Pasta Plaza for distractions while the oroborous in her mind ate itself again and again. Brisa's gone, and she ain't comin' back. She ain't dead fer good, she can still be saved. There's no way t'save her, 'cause the means are outta reach. Brisa's...

"Don't think about it none," said Brisa, her heart still drumming hard. "Jus' keep yer shit t'gether. Y'didn't hurt anyone, focus on that." It was okay. They were okay. She kept her forehead and one paw against Owen's huking form, and shuddered with... Something. It didn't feel like fear...

Brisa stared Owen down. She wouldn't show fear. If he didn't listen... Dyin' is yer reward fer fallin' short. It ain't even like it'll last, here. Well, then she wouldn't fall short. Not now. Not for her friend. "Owen, get a fuckin' grip," she growled, her voice steady despite the...

"You're not a fuckin' WEAPON, Owen—" He is, though. And he ain't got strength left to act otherwise. The tethers snapped, and Brisa yelped at the mental shock. She'd had pushback before, but never this kind of no-sell. This is hopeless. You ain't got a chance. Not without her here. She took up...

No, killing him wasn't the way—he could turn up fucking anywhere! Lose him to this place forever! They had to calm him down if there was even a chnace of doing so! Now. Now. This was Brisa's chance to reach out to Owen. To show him her heart. She yowled with effort, and lit up the red dust in...

Brisa snarled, and for a moment the sheer viciousness of the fight—no banter, no team coordination, just brutal attacks amid lifeless desolation—put her mind in a black pit she'd hoped never to enter again. You might have to kill him, t'save him killin' yer allies. You can die, though. At least...

[Zest > Team Spectrum]: got it sourdough [Zest > Team Spectrum]: btw kudos on the joule save in that fight [Zest > Team Spectrum]: and thank u 😽

"It'll be okay, Cal," said Luz, tapping out replies on her badge with a fraction of her attention. She needed to keep up morale so she left out the part where wasn't hell a place of unlimited suffering and how long would she have to wait and how certain are we that they can be saved? That wasn't...

She didn't drill them often, but Brisa knew the techniques of Agility and Quick Attack. She raced damn near as fast as she ever had to get from the forest's edge to the river before things got worse. "Owen!" she shouted, as she closed the distance. Maybe she could Arrest him—? He'll kill Dave...

[Zest > Team Spectrum]: rot is kindof an edgelord tbh 😼 [Zest > Team Spectrum]: he'd have to be am i right 😸 [Zest > Team Spectrum]: anyway when do we get them back!!!! 🙀

Luz leapt to her feet and stared at the vanishing Soda. "Ain't y'gonna tell us what we can do about that?" she called. When there was no answer, she hissed her disapproval. It was weird, being annoyed with someone. This was very possibly the first time it had ever happened, and she was taken...

[Zest > Team Spectrum]: yo [Zest > Team Spectrum]: so soda just told me the missin 7 r actually in 'hell' [Zest > Team Spectrum]: then he vanished [Zest > Team Spectrum]: jackass [Zest > Team Spectrum]: but he wasnt clownin so wth did he mean [Zest > Team Spectrum]: someone pls give me smth...

Owen. Her friend's relationship with his Shadow had always seemed one of the most stable and healthy of the team, but didn't that mean the distance to fall if it ever shattered was so much further? Owen was a sweetheart, sure, but his confession to her on the eve of moving to Destiny...

"Howdy, Soda," said Luz, the melancholy vanishing from her voice. She was Luz, the Wandering Light, and she was never less than full of courage! Never. "You got somethin' t'say on the matter of visitin' Spirit's Edge, fella?" she asked.

Luz bit her lip and looked off into the middle distance. She was fixing to have a crisis of her own, at the rate they were going. "Brisa never met th'real Luz," she said, quietly. "Everythin' about me is made up. I'm lit'rally made of stories. Folklore." What advice could she even give Cal...

Luz cradled Cal's in one oversized paw, rubbing her back gently. Most friendlier folks took comfort in that stuff, right? "What're y'sayin', hon? That without Owen, you're stuck usin' an alias that just ain't who ya are?" Luz imagined going by Zest for the rest of her life. Not terrible, she...

Why hadn't Luz been afraid of this before? She would always have lost Brisa eventually. Did she think that if they'd spent more time together, it would have been enough, somehow? Maybe! Maybe if Brisa had grown strong and wise and Luz had found a place to be Luz, it would have been a farewell...