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Starr kept her eyes on nothing in particular, drifting from the grass to the clouds to the tree, saying nothing. Man... why did it always have to be like this. All that pain and misery and suffering and behind all of it, there was always just... someone hurting. Just once, Starr wanted things...

Starr glanced uncertainly at Brisa. Much as she wanted to just leave that thing to the others--she'd finished, she'd done her job--if Brisa was going, then... "I'll go with you," she said. No clue what they'd find when they went in, but... whatever. They'd be able to handle it.

"Fuck it up," Cal had said. Starr glanced back and forth between Astrid and Brisa. "Fuck it up," she echoed.

The team was falling apart. Recoiling from visions of themselves spouting bullshit that felt like the truth, lashing out, striking each other. Starr hunkered down in the center of it all, struggling to shut everything out. Including that feeling building inside her, that desperate, burning...

Well, what do you know. That bastard actually came through in the end. Not that it came close to making up for all the bullshit he'd caused, but... it'd do for now. Starr's limbs felt lighter than they had ever since she'd arrived at this place. Moving around, dodging, striking--it all felt...

A million silver souls poured into the hazy realm of nothingness though torn gashes in what might have been the sky. The oppressive haze lifted enough for Starr to finally move. Her tail lashed impatiently. Back to business, then. Lexx blinked and shook his head, looking like he'd just come...

An oppressive haze hung over everyone. It was getting hard to move. Soda was gone. (He was gone. Not even a few days ago they'd been trading shittalk with him in the colosseum and now he was gone.) "Ah, crap..." a voice behind Starr said. "We're gonna die here, aren't we?" She turned to see...

Light on one side, Shadow on the other. It wasn't hard to guess who should take on which. Starr and Brisa wouldn't be able to combine their strength, not this time. But they'd be fine. There wasn't a chance in hell that Brisa would fail to take that oversized glowing target down. And Starr...

So this was what it all came down to. A goddamn huge leviathan made entirely of twisted pain and suffering that was generating its own personal hellworld to drag Cibus into. Charming. And yet it didn't even feel like their most impossible mission. Not when they'd gone up against so much...