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Brisa struggled to speak, her head empty of anything but the need to keep holding Owen, as if by never letting go, she'd never have to finally say goodbye for that final time. So she kept hugging him tightly, with just enough presence of mind to use her Radiance to let him know, I'm okay, I love...

Brisa gave the occasion hum of acknowledgement as she listened. Good on Owen for finding out how his favourite series were gonna end. "If I get my memories back, I'm trackin' down my world's Voice an' contrivin' to get to Spirit's Edge, at least. Assumin' that's possible fer all Voices, anyway...

"Yeah, Cibus wouldn't've been what it was if it weren't fer you bein' here with me, partner," she murmured. She thought she caught a smile in reply. Brisa put a paw to her mouth and chuckled as Owen made this next, deeply unnecessary confession. "Don't worry, man, I ain't lookin' at those. I...

Brisa grinned at him, unsurprised. "I'd be a hypocrite if'n I weren't able to handle that li'l reveal," she said, evenly. "I didn't wanna risk makin' you real uncomfortable, but y'deserve a chance to process that before we part ways. Closure, an' all." She nudged him with her elbow, (pretty...

Brisa couldn't help but laugh. A bright and cheerful one, for once. "Yeah, pretty much. Maybe soome of the others, too. I know that Rocky has one hell of a penchant for . . . well, theatrics more than heroics, honestly. But our gals? Yeah, they'll... They'll get by." She sighed, and though...

"Heh, yeah. Luz has always known exactly who she is. The person li'l Brisa wanted t'grow up to be. I think she's okay with bein' a void eterna after the 'hatching' and everythin', and it's in her nature to be upbeat, but I know it gets to her sometimes." Brisa smiled at the two shades getting...

Brisa laughed in agreement. "Yeah, we're both always lookin' to work on things. Look fer solutions, train up, all that." She hummed in thought, lips pursed, as she padded further along the beach. Luz had found a piece of jet-black sea glass and was showing it off to Cal as if it were the most...

Brisa nodded. "I ain't afraid of what's ahead of me. It's gonna suck, but I really do believe I'm gonna change." The sand felt warm underfoot. A thin crust of dried sand covered the softer sand beneath, and where she stepped, it cracked. Like frost. Like leaves. Nature's patterns repeating...

Brisa turned to meet Owen's eye and felt a tightness by her sternum, a pressure behind the eyes. "Yeah... Me too, fella. Me too." She looked away and blew out a long, low whistle. No point in hiding your emotions around a guy who may as well be an empath. Kinda freeing, really, what with how...

The walk down from Treasure Town felt odd. Brisa had expected a mix of nostalgia and anxiety, but it felt unexpectedly new. And peaceful. The sun and wind were perfect, like the town always seemed to be blessed with, made new by her strange body and strange company. She wore her zeraora form...

"Too fuckin' right," murmured Brisa, leaning into the hug. The two of them together were tough enough to take on gods. With Astrid, Owen, and a dozen other fantastic goddamn fighters beside them? They could take on anything. And there was no-one she'd rather have beside her for this fight...

"Yer the best fuckin' influence I've ever had," said Brisa, her smile wider than ever. "Nobody I'd rather have at my side when we fight that amalgamated motherfucker fer the final time."

Brisa felt half the tension in her body leave just from Starr's paw on hers. This always was Starr's way. Make a joke of it, threaten to kick ass, still manage to show she cared. Brisa wished she could make her lover understand how much it meant to hear stuff like that. She smiled, and leaned...

Brisa exchanged a look with her obsidian double. Be honest. Okay. "I think without my memories of Cibus, the 'me' I'm goin' back to bein'... She'd want it bad, if she could just convince herself she was halfway worthy of Ascent. The 'me' right here'n now ain't so sure, though, 'cause... I like...

Brisa purred contentedly at Starr's ribbing. It had been a long damn time since those memories had troubled her. Wild how things turned out. "Well... If nothin' here makes it back with me, I surely would," she replied, evenly enough. "But I've been thinkin' a lot about that, lately, an' I...

Brisa stuck her tongue out at Starr, then laughed. "Well I hope that if I meet someone like you, I don't kick her punk ass too hard on first meetin'." Gods, she loved that stupid grin.

Brisa caught Starr's emotion, mask though she might. It usually took a minute to figure out what Starr really meant. You shouldn't have to be someone else for people to like you. Brisa swallowed. Was Starr worried that Brisa was trying to change herself...? Perhaps it meant something to Starr...

Brisa shrugged, and shook her head. "I dunno. If things back home work much like they do here, legendary 'mon just kinda... Get used to bein' lonesome. Luz met with Zeraora of Cibus, and apparently that gal don't got nor need friends." She bit her lip, and followed Starr's gaze out to the...

Brisa knew Starr well enough by now to know there was something she wasn't saying yet. Her ears dropped a little and she rolled on her beach towel to rest on her side, facing Starr. She dug a paw into warm sand, smiled faintly, and resolved to be honest. "Kinda, yeah. I mean, there's no tellin'...

Brisa laughed unreservedly at Starr's teasing. There was something magical about the way her casual ribbing made Brisa feel... Safe. Understood. Trusted. Happy. "Yeah, I guess so," she drawled, absentmindedly. "Can't say it ain't been an asset in combat. Don't quite know how I feel about the...