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This was fine. This was fine. She was fine. This was okay. She was okay. Maybe he couldn’t be in this body because he was in in stone. Then he could have a body of his own when this was all over. She gently reached down and picked the head up before moving it onto her back. She made sure to...

“Oh, I could never move stuff. Just talk to people silently, even if we spoke different languages.” She reached down and sniffed for the lump. It smelled like alcohol. Strange. She hadn’t heard that before. “Oh! And I can’t wait to evolve! I knew a hydreigon back home, and I saw what she could...

“Oh, I’m fine with things being in my head. I was psychic back home. Had a twin.” It was okay. She could say that. Either he’d be back when she evolved, or the stone would revive him. The others were talking in hushed tones about whether their shades were really the people they knew, but they’d...

“Probably? The ones that create ghosts? Sorry, I can’t see it...”

“The thing that people are making familiars from? I want one and I heard you had extra... although I guess you might want a lot of familiars.” Cuicatl wouldn’t mind that. She could have her brother and Alice. Or Pixie. Hell, if she had Coco here she wouldn’t even have to leave.

“Oh, right.” Sometimes sighted people also didn’t know who they were dealing with. It was easy enough to forget that back home given her distinctive appearance. “Hi, I’m Cuicatl. Someone told me that you had extra lumps...?”

Cuicatl hurried down the halls, hoping to catch up to her target before he left. But the scent led down, deeper into the guild. She slowed her steps and regulated her breathing before finding a door with a single heartbeat behind it. She opened it with a quick bite and turn of her head. “Hi...

"What? No! You're the only other dragon..."

Cuicatl stretched out. She had no idea what she was supposed to be doing since she couldn't see the instructions, but stretching her legs until they hurt and holding them there seemed like the right thing to do. Her teammates were talking about their rock collections. To be honest, she barely...

“Oh.” So he’d already given up on the war, too. It was depressing to talk to him. This coming from Cuicatl, who people routinely shied away from once they found out how depressing she was. “I think I’m going to go back to my room, if that’s okay? Get a nap in. Or full sleep. I’m not good with...

"That's a little terrifying, isn't it?" After all, she'd let them in before. Or maybe the shadows were her? Either way, she was still a danger to herself and others, machine or not. "Should we stay close or apart, then? Close enough to be quickly defeated, or far enough away that we won't hurt...

That was sad. Really, really sad. Over a thousand years and he hadn't been able to move on. Cuicatl wondered how long she needed to pay penance. Years. Maybe decades. Centuries? No one would have even remembered her victim in a thousand years. But the idea that she could just move on after what...

“Oh.” Oh, shit. “How are you holding up, then?”

Oh no. She probably should've seen that coming from the brief mention of him in the tech building, but didn't. "I'm sorry." She paused. "Maybe it's better he isn't here, getting mixed up in all of this."

“Okay.” Cuicatl walked in and sat down, legs talked beneath her. “How have you been since the last fight? I know you found your son again.”

Oh. So it is a common area. Or something. "No. I wanted to talk with you if you have the time."

Cuicatl walked into the lounge. It had taken her long enough to get here. She felt weirdly not-terrible, all things considered. Must've been Celeste. She paused before the door. She heard/smelled the strangest dragon that she'd ever met in her life. That seemed to be worth investigating. She...