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Dave raised an eyebrow at that. "Well, we need to get you some sleep, at any rate." He released Brisa slowly. She smiled gratefully, tears still in her eyes, and it twinged at his heart. He took a deep breath. "Let's go." With that, the three of them headed back toward Null Village. <><><><><>

Dave's breath caught in his throat. What. What. Okay, this was actually happening. Shit. "...Yeah. Yeah, she does." He was going to have to not think about this too hard. Brisa was an adult; it wasn't like she needed much in the way of parenting. Just some goddamn love and support. He could do...

Brisa pressed her head against him, and this, at least, just felt familiar. He wrapped a paw around her and pulled her close, resting his chin on her head, letting her tears stain his fur. For the first time, he realized absently, she was actually a little smaller than him - not by much, and...

Dave blinked at Sombra, then at Brisa, a strange tightness in his chest. "Brisa, it's... it's fine. I'm fine. Look, I'm more than fine, I'm a fucking Mightyena." He lifted a paw and attempted to gesture at himself, though it didn't work as well as he'd have liked. Fucking canine anatomy. "And...

Dave's gut stung with discomfort. "Jesus, Brisa, that's... yeah, no shit you're tired. You deserve to sleep for like a solid fucking week. Come on, let's get you back to Null Village." He stood up, but even as he said that, just leaving right now didn't feel quite right either. He hesitated...

Brisa looked up, and his heart took a lurch. But no, she just looked... scared. Fear, regret, pleading. Not mad at him. He suppressed a shudder, took a deep breath. "Brisa, you all right?" I thought you were about to go get consumed by your own darkness, or whatever the fuck. Of course I came...

Brisa was grimacing and looking away, still mad. Fuck. He shifted, looking at her Shadow as she spoke. Take a seat? What? Was the Shadow trying to facilitate some sort of... surrogate family counseling, or whatever the fuck? Why? Couldn't she just tell him to fuck off and be done with it? His...

Dave sprinted between the trees, following Brisa's scent, heart hammering with both urgency and exhilaration. Running was a hell of a lot quicker on longer legs. He slowed down, wary, when her scent was joined by another, a curious rainy kind. Did Brisa meet somebody else? Was this the Void...

Dave swallowed, breathing hard on the ground, his lungs tasting of copper. Mia. What a fucking thing to say. He dragged himself to his feet, made a stumbling attempt to follow where Brisa'd gone, but he could barely walk. How the fuck would he even find her, when she'd already disappeared...

Brisa flared up with Shadow, her face twisting into a bestial snarl, and an icy shiver went down his spine as she lunged for his throat. The anger drained away instantly as her teeth sank into his neck, his heartbeat thundering in his ears as she picked him up and shook him, pain ripping into...

Radiance locked around his limbs, seeped into his muscles, and as he struggled to move, cold panic spread through him, the Shadows around him growing. I don't want yer help no more. Talkin' to you just makes everythin' worse. Nausea twisted his stomach, killed the words forming in his throat...

Dave was about to respond when Brisa snarled, electricity crackling in the air around her, and a chill went down his spine, his hackles rising. The distortion in her voice magnified as she spoke, sparks flying off her mane as she advanced, and he was backing away before he even knew it. Fuck...

"What I said is you've got the self-control to not abuse your power, I never said it's your responsibility to solve every fucking problem with it. In fact I've said over and over that it isn't. Is this more shit from your fucking dad?" Probably, honestly. God, that fucking guy. He thought of...

He tensed where he stood, glanced over at where she was looking, to Shadow shivering. Goddamn it. He gritted his teeth. "Brisa, no, you're not dangerous, your voice just sounds like it's been possessed by the fucking patron demon of workaholics and any sane person would think that's a little...

Her voice was cold, almost threatening, the sinister quality of the Shadows unsettling; the running instinct was starting to prod at his brain, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Shadow backing away from her a little. "Yeah. Yeah, okay, it's good you were here for that. But it's not...

“Well, you sure look like you haven’t slept in a fucking week.” He frowned. It was hard not to get the feeling, somehow, that Brisa was about ten minutes of additional work away from literally exploding. Her voice still had the dark Shadow quality to it, had done the entire time they’d been...

Dave peered at her. “Have you gotten any fucking sleep?”

Dave exhaled. Owen seemed to be all right. Wishkeeper would watch him. It'd be fine. He glanced at Brisa, at the pure haunted exhaustion on her face behind a fraying mask of stony resolve. Even here she'd been running the fuck all over the place trying to fix every problem. Jesus. "Actually...

So dying in Hell just got you to somewhere else in Hell. Figured. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." He scowled, turning back to Owen. "Why were the gods recruiting you for their inter-godly conflicts? Can't they just mind their own fucking business and leave the mortals out of it? Or, what, are you some...

Dave rolled his eyes almost automatically. “Play God. Right.” Still, it did sound like some pretty dodgy business. “So you... agreed to become this to beat this thing? Why didn’t the gods just handle it?”