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At last, the aching in Brisa's chest softened, and she could speak, and raise her head, and be a whole person outside that warm embrace. "Is... is everyone through safely?" she asked, quietly. Starr's grip slackened enough to let her look around at the assembled pokémon. Not everyone, but...

Starr. Here, with Brisa. Starr's arms around her. Starr's ragged breaths beside her, together with her own. The thought occurred to Brisa, as tears streamed from her eyes and her teeth clenched with her jaw pressed against Starr's collarbone, that she'd cried more in the last four days than she...

Luz nodded, and sniffled, as if that meant anything. Why— Why was she doing that? Maybe . . . because that's just what people did? And she wanted that for herself? Or because she wanted Starr to see her, hear her, think of her as someone who could feel. Someone who could be something other...

In Brisa's dreams, lightning arced across her body, over and over, restless, seeking ground. But falling through the void's core, there was no ground. Only Brisa, and Brisa's thoughts, and Brisa's lightning. There was no rest in the voidlands. Merely a brief reprieve from expending effort. Even...

"I don't feel like a person," said Luz, automatically. "I'm made of whatever this stuff is,"—she clawed at her shoulder, letting it soften to demonstrate her point, and pulled away a glob of dark gel—"and I ain't even based on a real person, like most other shades. Pleo knows exactly who he is...

"Sure thing, Melanie can take my spot. Alright—it was a pleasure as always, Kate. Be seein' y'all round real soon." And may we see our friends safely home too. Luz left, restless, optimistic, and eager to set some of the buzzing in her head to rights. Now, where could she find Starr?

"Well, I don't know about y'all, but I feel like makin' myself useful again. I'm gonna quit mopin' around an' see if I can't find somethin' I can help with." Luz grinned, and unlike many of her recent smiles, this one was warm. "I'm glad y'all came by fer a game. It's good t'be reminded of...

Luz nodded, numb, not yet understanding why that had been better-received by Starr than everything she'd tried while bein presentable. "I used t'not feel this way. Everythin' made sense before," she said, weakly. "I didn't have to try to be confident, I just was. Now it feels like things won't...

Luz watched in rapt fascination as Kate's ultra stone produced the largest shade to date, and another legend, no less! "Well, blow me down. Looks like you got a special one after all, Quickpaw." She straightened up, and dusted herself off. "Well met, Ultra Shade Melanie! I figure you already...

Luz crouched down and leaned forward with her paws on her thighs to stare at the unexpected—and timely—hatching. "Aw, thunder! This is only my second time seein' this!"

Luz sure would be a good lifelong friend, if she could. Brisa's eventual return home made that seem near enough to impossible, though. If she did live forever . . . was there anyone she could be that with? Another shade, perhaps? It wasn't like she had close or special relationships with anyone...

Luz threw her paws up. "I don't know!" she snapped. "I ain't s'posed t'feel like this. I'm meant t'be th'Wanderin' Light, always know what t'do, never phased by anythin', and I'm tryin', I swear I am, but instead all I can think about is how I ain't really Luz, I'm not always brave an' fierce...

Brisa gave an abrupt snort of a laugh. "It's alright, partner. I ain't holdin' anythin' against you. Wouldn't be fair." She laid her head down again and let Vix get comfortable. She was still so tired, but right now, that felt okay. Not a failing. Just a sign she should rest some more. "I'll...

Starr was getting angrier with every word outta Luz's mouth. Worse than usual, even. And Luz . . . didn't like it. It felt bad. Everything she thought of to say felt like the wrong thing. Whatever she said was probably gonna make Starr even tetchier, so why even try being bright about anything...

"Every soul that answered Diyem's call is wounded," said Sombra, her voice seeming to ache. "Brisa by the need to be better'n a person can be while still bein' a person, and you by whatever's in yer repressed memories." You deserve some rest. Brisa turned to look at Vix, and studied her more...

"I guess so." Luz scratched the back of her head. ...She could just go start working out. Offer to spot. Call it done, walk out, never mind. "Are you . . . lookin' forward to it?" she tried. She didn't know what the awful rising feeling in her core meant. She was sick of not knowing what her...

Sombra nodded sagely. "Could be a traumatic death, then. A murder, a suicide, somethin' of that nature." "Gods, Sombra. Go easy, will ya?" "I say what I mean to say," answered the Shadow, blank golden eyes narrowing. "Vix does want to remember, an' we don't have the energy to tread gently...

What did she . . . need? It wasn't the reply she'd been expecting. "What makes y'think I need somethin'?" she shot back, too fast. She put a paw to her head. Darn it. "I don't know," she amended, quickly. "Guess I felt like I oughta tell ya in person that the plan is goin' ahead. Bahamut...

Luz scratched her chin. She was a bit out of her depth, to be fair, but she had the feeling that the three of them in that room had fairly different things they imagined when they thought about love. What Brisa felt when she thought about a gal she liked wasn't really something Luz could relate...

"'Cause of yer profession, right?" Luz winked, and flashed a cheerful fang.