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“You don’t need anything else from me, right?” Starr asked, glancing around the apartment one last time before stepping out the door for the last time. God, what a weird thought. Starr still wasn't quite used to it. “Why, did you want to come up with more stuff for me to not do?” Lexx replied...

For the first time in a while, Starr felt like she could relax. She exhaled slowly, eyes closed in contentment. Her thoughts were calm, finally. Yeah, this was nice. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but after a little while, she leaned close to Brisa's ear and said, "So does this...

Starr waited as Brisa fought with herself to get the words out. And then, once the question was finally out there in the open, her expression slowly morphed into a smirk. "So what would you call that spa trip, then?"

Starr closed her eyes with an impressed smile. "Hey, what do you know. You finally said it." Yeah, she'd known all along. And she'd had been fine with it. Content with knowing Brisa felt that way about her. And hadn't exactly been doing much to dissuade her. Pretty much had encouraged it at...

Starr leaned her head back, feeling some more of the residual tension leaving her. "Yeah, I know." The corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly. "I've got eyes. It'd be hard not to."

Starr elbowed her lightly in the side. "Good. I was worried I'd have to fight you until you stopped feeling alone."

Starr couldn't resist letting out a snort. Thinking back on all that now, after everything... it felt so damn stupid. It was hard to focus on heavy shit when you felt like a dumbass. "Nah. Unfortunately you're just too damn earnest to hate." She folded her arms behind her head and leaned...

Always with the second chances. Back home. Here. How many were people going to keep giving her? 'You oughta give yerself one, too.' It wasn't quite the same this time. Brisa hadn't exactly been trapped, powerless, unable to fight back. She'd been able to fight willingly. But still... "I...

Starr's brow furrowed, and she sank back against the couch a bit. "Yeah, I guess. Someone's gotta keep them from getting themselves killed." She couldn't help thinking back to just how outraged Dave had been that they were still doing it in the first place. "I just... I know Jade's still...

Starr dragged her hands down her face, exhaling slowly. "No, I know that's stupid. I know that wouldn't fix anything, I just..." She expected the shadow to call her a coward again. It didn't. "I just want there to be some way to fix it. But there's nothing. No way to take any of it back." As...

It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing her chest. "...No, I know it wouldn't," Starr muttered. She'd already been told something like that before, hadn't she? Back in her own world. It was just the same same thing over and over. Why couldn't she just forget it all. It'd be so much...

God, why was Brisa so quick to act like any of this was even remotely okay? What the hell did Starr need to do before Brisa would admit that she was scum. "You keep talking like I've changed. Like I'd somehow choose better if I could do it all again, knowing what I know now. But you don't...

Starr exhaled slowly through her nose, mouth dry. "Those things felt true because you'd been told them how many times? How many assholes acted like you were some kind of loose cannon ready to go off, or like you owed them your power just to be allowed to exist?" God, just talking about it was...

"Mm," Starr replied noncommittally. Brisa was practically glued to her side. Obviously trying to make it clear that she wasn't leaving. It would've been better if she'd just flinch or hesitate or something. 'Felt true at the time.' Yeah. Was any of it even a lie, though? It wasn't...

Yeah. Figures she'd want to talk about that. That obviously the reason why Brisa kept going out of her way to make everything feel normal. And why shouldn't things have been normal? It wasn't like any of the heavy shit in her past was news to Brisa. Nothing had changed, not really. Aside...

Starr shrugged impassively. "Yeah, I don't know. I guess Silver's gonna talk to him. Mewtwo-to-Mewtwo, maybe there'll be some connection there. Trigger some memories from back in their world, something like that." She held both palms up in a 'who knows' sort of way.

"Yeah, yeah," Starr said, putting on an exaggerated show of resistance as she sat up to make room. Her head was killing her. She thought about getting up for some painkillers but then didn't think she had the energy to anyway. So... yeah, food first. "Been up to anything interesting since I...

Starr heard the sound of the door opening and stirred groggily. Apparently she'd passed out on the couch while watching things on her badge. (Her sleep schedule had been several flavors of messed up all week, ugh.) "Hey, come in," she called out pointlessly, as Brisa had already walked right...

After the fight in the Radiant Void... The aftermath had been a bit of a blur. Starr remembered portaling out of that void and Brisa escorting her home in a hurry. Most likely to ensure that she didn't have to endure being crowded by the rest of the team in that state. Surrounded...

The Infernape shade just looked so sad. Damn it all... Starr forced a smile. "Yeah. Yeah, if you want to hang out, practice some fire moves together, that'd be cool." She really wasn't sure how many moves familiars could even do--she knew it was limited, but it was kind of hard to know...