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Dave's Shadow was frightened of her. Fucking great. What had she done to scare him, anyway? Nothing but run herself ragged helping people. And the best part was, he'd insist he wasn't scared of her because everything Shadow did and said was nonsense, apparently. You're pretty goddamn fearsome...

Brisa scoffed. "If I'd sat on my haunches here, things could've gone a lot worse fer Cynthian, fer Owen, fer anyone around him. As if I coulda seen Nip beggin' fer help an' said no, just 'cause I'm tired." It's worse'n tiredness. It goes deeper'n that. You feel it. Leave me the fuck alone...

Brisa peered back at him. He sounded exasperated. "What, since bein' unconscious longer'n everyone else afore I woke up in Null Village?" she said, bitterly. "When would I have gotten any fuckin' sleep since then? I went straight after Cynthian an' saved her from bein' consumed by her own...

Dave was looking at her like she was still wounded. "You want somethin', partner?" she asked, tersely. She was fine. When was the last time you were fine? What does even mean, fer you? That y'ain't dead yet? Ah, no. Too late fer that.

"I worked it out, yeah. Weren't exactly hard." Brisa stared at Owen. A huge, ancient, formidable dragon, endlessly kind and contemplative, terrified of how he might have hurt her. "You didn't kill us. Just focus on stayin' in control of yer head 'til we get the fuck outta this place." She...

"Are y'sayin' you were caught up in a conflict betwixt the gods?" asked Brisa, prowling up from behind Dave. The sooner everyone was back at the village and safe as was practical, the sooner Brisa would be— Well. Not happy. Less stressed, perhaps. Who're you kiddin'? You'll be stressed out...

Oh, she was welcome to cuddle? That sounded . . . nice. Real nice. Luz approached, hugging her torso as she walked, then turned and fell backwards into Anthus' wingspan. "Thank ye kindly," she murmured. It was harder for Luz to feel dreadful about her body or her relationships with a warm and...

"Guess we all wanna reach harder fer those we care fer, in times like these," said Luz. "Maybe that's why I'm here. It ain't like I thought I could fix things fer you, or I had somethin' specific in mind I wanted t'know. I just wanted..." Why was it hard to say? If she couldn't have the fun...

Luz raised an eyebrow, cocked her head. "If'n y'say so, partner. Feel pretty sure not everyone was created intentionally, least of all us familiars." She thought for a minute, and watched the way Leg behaved with Anthus. "Guess she's like yer kid, kinda. Right?"

Luz grunted something staticky and grabbed awkwardly at her cheek fur. It came away, melding with her fist, transfering from one part of her body to another as if she was so much semisolid liquid. "Thinkin' more'n usual about certain things," she muttered. "Thinkin' 'bout how I'm not Luz, just...

"Darned if I know," said Luz, honestly enough. "If there're other incredible power sources layin' about, could any of them be used to help Arceus? I ain't heard of any yet. I guess if he restores hisself somehow, Joule constitutes one?" Rubbing her cheek wasn't working anymore. It wasn't fur...

"We were wary of y'all at first," mused Luz. "Not me personally, I was still a lil' shade, with no bond t'make me 'me'. But Team Spectrum—we had t'make a choice to trust a lotta folks in order to lend our strength fer th'sake of this world. None of the breathin' members knew each other afore...

"If there's a will, there's a way," quipped Luz. "There's plenty of will on the team, we've been rallyin' splendidly fer a buncha grievin' souls as far as I can tell, but I'm not so sure about Maple. That gal don't trust Diyem none, which is no surprise to anyone as knows her history." She...

"Y'ain't heard? The fallen posse members are in Diyem's Voidlands. Heard it from Soda that th'place is more or less hell, so I figured the God Squad would all know. Still..." Luz cracked her knuckles distractedly. "If the power of the Tree of Life is off limits, or all gets allocated to Pop...

Luz nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, that tracks. That feels right." She sniffled a bit, though she didn't have a proper nose as such. It seemed to help. "Still holdin' out hope fer savin' Brisa, of course. I guess Diyem needs a lotta power to drag 'em outta the Voidlands, or somethin'? I try to keep up...

"Hush it, pal," said Brisa, firmly. "It's dealt with. Y'wanna talk about it, we get outta here first. Somewhere where it's safer." Brisa pulled away, her injuries healed, and walked unaided away from the scene of Owen's transformation. Someone else might need the help more. And Brisa... Brisa...

Luz perked her ears and her whiskers twitched. "Y'mean that?" She didn't recognise the emotion filling her up, but it sure was an emotion. Oh, wow. "Anthus, darlin', you're plenty dear t'me too," she said. "Why d'you think I came t'you so soon, huh?" She smiled, but turned her face away and...

Luz shook her head, and her whiskers sparked a little from the motion. "I ain't one of Brisa's things, I don't mean like that. I mean like how family belong t'gether. Doesn't every mon wanna belong somewhere, belong to special people in their life?" Luz bit her lip and stared at the luxio...

"I'll keep fightin'," said Luz, just as quickly. "There ain't doubt of that." She glanced at Leg, and pawed at her cheek fur. "It's just... strange. I don't know how to belong to someone who ain't alive."

"I'm fine," said Luz, reflexively. She pursed her lips for a moment. Her lights flickered. "I don't rightly know what t'do with myself," she admitted. Her body language changed, and the confidence dropped off. "I ain't ever lost someone this way," she finished, quietly.