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Laura winced at the psychic pressure in her head, but she shook it off with a shudder of warm, buzzing, roaring emotion that balled her hands into fists and grit her teeth so hard her vision shook. "You don't deserve it," she said, in a voice so choked by anger she could hardly get the words...

Malachai blew a confident noise of agreement, and dipped his wing to Aggron as a salute. <I am ready for victory; I am ready for death. I will see you in battle before either. Travel safe, Aggron.> The party would win by strength of numbers, by apt strategem, and by sheer force of will. But...

Laura's smile felt a little less heavy on her face. It really was a pity they wouldn't see each other again after this. Maybe they'd get a little time, after all the terrifying conflict shit blew over...? She could stand to get to know this kid better. Seemed like they had more and more things...

Sleet went stiff at the physical contact, but didn't recoil. Friends. This was friendship. This was... a good thing, and not a problem. "Everrrryone dies," she muttered, once Hazel finished speaking. "Usually ssssomeone else is involved." Then, not feeling that this was enough, "Hazel, it is...

Malachai chuckled to himself at Aggron's talkative reply. One found ways to keep one's mind clear of hideous whispers, he supposed. <Low and high should suit us well,> he replied, with dry delight. <From even a single battle, I come to understand my opponents – and I understand you to be a...

Laura looked up and smiled faintly at Jade. It was good to see her. Among all the champions and weirdos and saviours, it was good to have a girl like Jade around so Laura could feel less out of place. Right now, Jade didn't even seem any younger than Laura felt. "Relax, huh?" she said, a little...

Sleet's guts pulled a loop inside her at the idea of someone else being the same as her – of course they weren't the fucking same... but hadn't they just been through something similar, and didn't they have... things 'in common?' Yeah... "Saw a bad old memory of back when things were shittiest...

Sleet didn't grin, exactly. When she saw her friend (if Hazel was a friend, if it mattered whether Hazel was a friend), she made a dry, tense face, half smile, half grimace. She winked humourlessly. "Feeling... bad," she croaked. Why joke? Why dance around it? Hazel wouldn't understand anyway...

Malachai heard Aggron's heavy steps easily enough, then heard the change in pace as the stolid titan approached. Malachai's mouth twitched up a little at the unfamiliar feeling of being sought out for companionship by another 'mon. He flexed his wings, and began to shed altitude in a vast loop –...