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"Well, we've done all we can, chief." Brisa looked around at the gathered throngs. Her eyes met the eyes of certain others. So many brave souls, so many loved ones. Had it really been nearly a year? She'd spent so long in their precious company... And now that time together was coming to a...

Brisa allowed herself a sigh as quiet as she could keep it. "I trust everyone to do their best when the time comes," she said. Luz gave her shoulder a light thump, and the two cats left the tower.

"Well, I dare say we're all at the height of our strength," drawled Brisa, tapping a claw on the ground. "I got my doubts as t'whether this li'l experiment has or will pay off in actual fact, but if nothin' else, it demonstrated that we're mighty stubborn in the face of long odds an' the...

Brisa's tail twitched. "An' as a result of that, are we now expectin' to receive that power from Cibus when we fight the Blacklight in its realm...?"

"Can't say as I greatly disagree with that," said Brisa, with a shrug. "Alright, well, trainin' don't stop. I expect t'see y'all in practice afore we head in." She grew quiet, the hackles on her neck prickling at the thought of another encounter with that entity, which most definitely had a...

Brisa raised an eyebrow. "This another one of those, 'realm without hope' situations? Don't bother callin' out to it, destroy it with extreme prejudice, an' all that?"

Luz grinned. "If that were true, then we have more'n enough slots to cover all our bases! We'd want Diyem, Eien, a godsquadder and a legend, I guess? With room fer another." Brisa scrunched up a cheek. "Is it true, though? Plus, we got some serious Blacklight strikers on the team already. Might...

"Resonance, huh? Y'mean in terms of how good our relationships are...?" Brisa scratched her chin. She'd bonded with many Cibus locals in her time in this world, but only four could come. Some would have more reason to come, some would have less to lose, and it was hard to tell who'd work best...

Brisa felt Luz's paw on her shoulder. We've never lost before. There's a first time for everythin'. Sure, but y'might as well say that of any of the sorry sorts we've beaten. ...Y'got me there, partner. Brisa looked around at the rest of the team and put on a brave face. All of them had...

Brisa couldn't help but grin. It felt good, yo have pointed out how alike they were before they'd even met as such, and be proven so right. Even if they wouldn't admit it. But that was fine. "What next, then? she asked. "I take it everyone's done all the trainin' they can, an' we're all...

Brisa watched, fascinated. So, Diyem and Maple were becoming... what, exactly? "Will y'be callin' yerselves Voice of Blacklight or somethin'?" she asked, mostly sincere. "Sure seems like you'll each've got most of the big five energies after the conclusion of this endeavour. Is that safe?"

Brisa grinned. "Glad t'see y'all're still yer old selves, new bodies aside." A sword, huh? Would 'Zacian' fight like Icetales fenced, or perhaps more likely, in some other wild combat style? And did 'Zamazenta', by contrast, have a form with a conjured shield to protect his partner? She...

Brisa pawed at her chin. Sword and Shield would be the vanguard, most certainly. That would be a very different situation to what the team was used to, what with Eterna-tinged foes being immune to even God Squad's abilities... They'd no longer be the only viable warriors, nor even the most...

Brisa nodded as she listened. So, Sword and Shield, huh? Their names could hardly be more appropriate. It was enough to make one believe in destiny. "That all seems eminently sensible t'me, partner," she drawled. "So, I take it these two'll play a role in our strategy fer our combat with Eien...

"You're on, then," said Brisa, smiling warmly. "It's a date." This was good. Good for her, and good for her friend. Come time for the battle, win or lose, Brisa was rooting for Vix to find her courage. <><><><><>

She hadn't brushed off her death . . . right? She'd played it down, sure, 'cause people would freak out. And she tried not to think about it. That was only natural. She'd fucking died, you didn't just... That wasn't important. Not right now. "I surely appreciate that, Vix," said Brisa...

"Y'gotta know what yer problem is afore y'can do somethin' about it," replied Brisa, coming to sit next to Vix. _"It makes sense that you'd be scared. But it's time t'find yer courage and face whatever this is. And whatever it is, I promise, I'll stick with ya."

Brisa held the restrained whiplash in place, shedding Vix's shadow at the rate it built up. There'd be no shadowing on her watch. "Have ya asked Diyem why y'ain't the way ya expect t'be? Maybe that's yer next step, once you've taken a goddamn break. Ask fer help. You'll get it, if ya only ask."

Still connected by the whiplash tethers, Vix would feel Brisa's emotions rock and sway, from sympathy, to confusion, to mixed sorrow and embarrassment. "I ain't all that," murmured Brisa. "But it's a fine thing t'hear ya say so." She drew closer to Vix, still burning the shadows away with...

The tethers held, sparking where they met Vix's shadow, doing no serious damage, though she might wince at the burn. "Yeah," said Brisa. "Fer sure. Ain't you always wanted to be a hero? T'be strong, and fer folks to admire and respect that strength, 'cause you use it t'protect others? And...