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Starr's whole body shook. Her fist was still pressed into the crater from her punch, dust slowly settling around it. A twisted, chaotic mess of emotions was splitting her head in two, and the mention of Brisa's name brought a wave of fresh anger because it doesn't fucking matter what she'd...

"We don't know that," Starr snarled, advancing on Nate. "We don't know shit. He never held back for Maple before so why the hell should we expect it now?!" He think he can stop you? He thinks he can hold you back? Starr laughed, her voice reverberating unevenly. "That doesn't fucking...

Starr whirled around with a snarl, shadows clinging to her claws, her fangs, her mind. "It doesn't MATTER what I want because Brisa's GONE and we don't know if she's coming back and it's our fucking JOB to take him down and that hasn't changed." She was the one trying her damndest to help...

The words made her pause. For a single, agonizing moment that lasted forever, Starr felt like her head was splitting apart. Brisa believed in her. Brisa. Brisa was-- And look where that belief got her. The sky had exploded again. Bits of starfire rained down all around them. Starr stood...

They were gone. That bone-chilling realization took several seconds to fully sink into Starr's brain, and those seconds lasted an eternity. Some of the survivors had grouped together near her. There was a vine curled around her, holding her tight, but it barely registered. Cynthian, Cabot...

Another explosive blast sent Joule reeling. He retaliated with a reflected burst of icy chill, but it didn't matter. Like anything could slow her down now. She didn't have to hold back. She didn't have to be something she wasn't. She didn't owe anyone shit. Cynthian... If she wants to be...

A raging inferno collided with the dragon of light above them, and a Torracat stood at the heart of it. This was power. She'd made the source of Radiance himself flinch. There wasn't any reason to hold back. There wasn't any reason to feel bad about dishing out pain, not when it was...

Back in the reverse world again. Oh joy. There wasn't much time for nostalgia though. Not when the whole team had to pull together to keep Joule from getting a chance to fire off the meteors that would tear through them all in an instant. "Got it!" Starr called back. The moment the petal...

Spiraling pain. Starr struggled to pick herself up even as her surroundings spun all around her in a dizzying whirlwind. She saw Mewtwo, him--Giovanni--standing above her, but her eyes were having trouble focusing. There was a flicker of blue. Someone struggling in his grip. Brisa. No. No...

Starr was frozen, staring up at the clone--no, Giovanni--in abject horror. Part of her mind was screaming 'how the FUCK could I not recognize you?!' while the other half was snarling 'it's not him it's not him IT'S NOT HIM' until she thought that her head was going to burst. She couldn't...

The tiniest bit of life returned to Starr. Another Reviver? She'd already burned though hers, someone else must have... Slowly, she pulled her limbs under her body and struggled to lift herself from the rough, craggy ground. Brisa was next to her. Starr muttered out a raspy, "thanks," right...

The world had dissolved into blinding pain and stifling heat two times over. Starr couldn't feel most of her body. Her eyes flickered, struggling to stay open. She forced every ounce of willpower into moving her legs, but they wouldn't respond. Stupid, fake cat body why wouldn't it move...