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Fucking unbelievable. Starr turned around sharply, unable to look at the Shinx right then. "Show's what you know," she muttered. "We're not fucking doing that, end of." God, it was so transparent, wasn't it? She'd lost her touch. Hiding her thoughts and fears used to come so easy. But...

Starr turned around with an exaggerated sound of disgust. "Go ahead, make it sound like you're eager to die why don't you," she said with a huff. Part of her felt like that was crossing a line, but she didn't care. Starr glowered at her, unable to believe her ears. "And you think I would be?"...

Starr almost tripped. She caught herself and jumped back, fur bristled and ears pinned. "What the fuck. No. We're not doing that. Fuck." She kept up her pacing, with increased intensity. Brisa had been able to tell. She'd known that Starr was dreading the slow, inevitable agony that...

Morning came. Well, if it could be called morning. Time didn't exist. At least a bit of food and sleep had restored their energy somewhat. Enough to make another round of attempts at escape. ...She should have known how that would end. Nothing has changed since the last time they'd tried...

Starr squinted at Brisa edging closer. She thought about commenting but ultimately didn’t care enough to. Starr shrugged. “If you want.” Better Brisa’s missions than hers.

Right. Back to figuring out that mess. Starr had conveniently shoved that creeping bit of dread into the corner, and it had been easier to keep it there so long as one of them was still talking. Banging her head against more futile attempts to break out of this godawful hell pit didn't...

Starr's jaw dropped. "Holy crap, how did you not already finish that off while I was still out?" she said, practically tripping over herself as she scrambled to open the bag before shoving what was probably way too many strips of jerky into her mouth. She coughed hard, eyes watering slightly...

Starr tilted her head, processing it for a while. "...Huh. I mean, I'd figured he was a Legendary or something with the kind of power he's got, but I guess some kinda eldritch god isn't that far off." She honestly wasn't sure if this made her trust him less, or more. After all, why the hell...

Starr glanced away awkwardly, ears flicking to the side. She still didn't know how to feel about being told things like that from her. Still, that last bit... 'I could never hate someone for somethin' they regret.' She couldn't stop it from echoing in her head. Starr raised an eyebrow at the...

Starr blinked. She still didn't really know how to react to Brisa apologizing for things like that. It was weird. What had happened to the both of them. It still didn't feel real. She was going to wake up and they'd still be trapped, but things would be just like they'd been before, because...

Starr stared incredulously for a bit. "Yeah, uh... pretty sure you're just looking for reasons to assume they're thinking the worst of you. I've seen how much they all look up to you." But then she paused and glanced away, rubbing the back of her head. "As for Curio... yeah, that's rough."...

Starr chuckled under her breath. So even their respective jobs were complete opposites. Somehow that wasn't too surprising. Starr gave her a sideways glance. She couldn't really see where Brisa was getting that. "Seemed like you got on well with most of the team. That's kinda why I...

A bit of the tension left Starr. Trainer stuff. Alright. She could talk about that. She'd gotten the impression that most of the Pokemon from worlds without humans found it strange. Hell, even amongst the humans, the only other trainer here was Cuicatl (and it had been so damn refreshing to...

Brisa was... laughing. And there was still something weird about that, being trapped in this hell pit with the person who'd hated her guts, no way out, making her laugh, and feeling... kind of okay with it. Not because things were okay (they weren't) but because one small thing was all right...

Starr blinked. Right, Brisa had said he'd disappeared... apparently that meant literally. "Sure wish my dad would mcfuckin' vanish one day; that'd be real neato," Starr said dryly without thinking. She wasn't sure why she'd said it and didn't really have any intent to elaborate. Thinking...

Starr glanced away awkwardly. Her upbringing... wasn't exactly normal. It wasn't like she didn't know that. But it was just... the way things were. Starr couldn't help staring in disgust. "What the actual hell." Jesus, no wonder Brisa was so screwed up. "Not like he was human either. What...

...Shit. Starr was starting to get an idea of why Brisa had freaked the hell out so much over everything that had happened recently. Not to mention being all weirded out by the way Starr had tried to brush off the fight they'd had. (Sure, it was a pointless bullshit fight, but... not like it...

Starr wasn't exactly asking for a life story with that question, but... Hell with it. Not like they had anything better to do. Any excuse to keep at least one of them talking meant no silence. Starr blinked. "Never gonna get used to everyone meaning something different when they use that...

Starr rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. "It's not that big a deal. Not like I'm injured for life or whatever." Maybe she'd gotten reckless, having a body that wasn't hers. One with speed healing, one that didn't scar as easily. Maybe it would've felt different if she'd been a Pokemon...

More wasted sympathy. But by now, Starr's anger was slowly fizzling into nothing. She just didn't have the energy to keep it going. Or the will to. Half of her wanted Brisa to just shut up. The other half wanted anything but. "I was afraid that..." She paused, swallowing hard. "They...