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Starr bristled, glancing between Nate and Sil--Lunala. There was some part of her that wanted to scream, 'Not when it's fucking Giovanni,' but she couldn't find the will to. As for the idea of bringing the two together... it sounded insane, but... We need some fucking answers. This is...

Starr kept found herself running through it in her mind, over and over. It was too ridiculous to be true. There had to be some other explanation. But what the hell else could it possibly be? At least Diyem was just as confused as they were. He's not... Giovanni pretending to be Silver or...

Starr couldn't look at Lunala. She couldn't stop seeing herself reacting to being told something like that. So instead, she just focused on Nate. "When I was talking to Giovanni earlier, he said that one of our allies had been for awhile. Replaced with a fake." Her voice was monotone...

Starr's eyes flickered toward Nate. She hadn't known that something was up with Giovanni as well. Pretty much everything she'd seen and heard from him felt like him. So then what the hell was going on? "Giovanni said that he was missing something. What if he was missing part of himself?"

This wasn't a goddamn bluff, there was no way. Like hell Starr wouldn't be able to spot that. "You were the one who said you were Giovanni's kid. And you sounded pretty damn sure of that." So then why the hell...? He'd remembered things that he shouldn't have. The lost memories didn't...

What. Th... there was no way. It didn't make any sense. Nothing about this made any fucking sense. How the fuck could he be-- (He didn't even know his own his own name. He just reacted to the names he was given.) But then who the hell was in jail--unless they were both-- (Multiple worlds...

Starr's tail twitched. And just as she was starting to wonder if she's been wrong to think he was a fake, he had to go ans say shit like that. Like he'd never had any sort of bond with them to begin with. Maybe he didn't even know if he wasn't the real Silver. In fact, he probably didn't...

Starr glanced away awkwardly. Just because she'd been suspicious of him didn't make it any better to imagine being in his position. Even if it was stupid that she kept imagining herself in his shoes. Also Nate sure had some kind of reaction to Bean. Starr wasn't sure what was up with that...

Starr folded her arms. She wasn't about to go feeling sympathetic or anything. She absolutely wasn't. "As in... they're not letting you out of their sight, or what?"

Yeah, even Nate of all people was trying to be sensitive about it. Giving the guy the benefit of the doubt and all. That left Starr as the asshole here. But was there supposed to be a nice way of saying that she'd at one point seriously been considering whether or not Silver was a fake who'd...

Starr tilted her head, unimpressed. Yeah, figures that he wouldn't want to see anyone right now, but too fucking bad. This was too important. "Look," Starr began with a sigh, "I know you're not happy to see us, but there's been a lot of shit happening lately that affects everyone, including...

Starr was tromping through the snow ahead of Nate, using her height advantage to see if she could spot Silver first. Probably would've been easier if they'd gone looking at night, but the guy always seemed to be busy or on the move around that time, so daytime it was. The snow was slightly...

She was helping everyone. She was... doing exactly the same thing she'd been doing. Taking on every responsibility, to everyone. Because that was who she was. Someone who cared. Someone who did the right thing. Someone... good. Starr glanced uselessly back at Owen. It was good to see him...

Starr jolted, jerking her head toward the new arrival. Icetales--what had he just said? He'd just come back from... "Icetales!" Starr gasped, a desperate hitch in her voice. Within seconds she'd marched over to him. "You're back from--did you see Brisa? Was she there? Is she okay?" Of...

Starr let out a snort. "Cute," she said, her voice deadpan. "Anyway, I wasn't saying we pull any risky bullshit. I'm just saying out of the four options, it's dead obvious we should pick reviving the team and Arceus. We can protect Diyem. Arceus can tell us what the deal is with Cola. We...

Starr's breath caught in her chest. There they were. Or at least, some of them. Their shadowy forms kept flickering in and out, unstable. Only a few had condensed well enough that she could actually make them out. Cynthian was first, and... holy shit was she a Roserade? "It's really you...

Starr had been bracing herself. Waiting for the moment, willing herself to swallow the bile and explain, as much as she hated the idea of sharing that ugly truth with anyone again, especially someone who... But the moment didn't come. Astrid was just... willing to let it go. "Sounds like we...

Starr listened to Astrid talk, saying nothing for the longest time. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for. Some moment, some epiphany that would make everything clear? But no, they didn't get to have that. Just a big, muddled mess of mistaken assumptions, layered one on top of the other...

It had been so easy for Starr to fall back in line. Like she'd been trained. But now... "I don't care who says what, about Diyem or about us," Starr managed, her voice raw, unfamiliar. "We're going to that tree. We're getting them back." An image flashed through her memory. Brisa visiting...

Starr wasn't too sure she believed Astrid, but she didn't have the will to make any kind of sarcastic reply. So she just sat down in the snow next to her and said nothing for some time. Astrid had tried. She'd tried. And that was more than Starr could say. "I didn’t see it until it was too...