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Brisa did her best to answer questions honestly without stumbling or falling into a crevice of negativity, (a challenge, considering everything), or indeed without getting flustered by paying too much attention to Cream herself and getting caught up in her own bullshit feelings. She did okay...

"If yer goal is to keep people safe an' happy... You oughta remember that you an' yours count as people, too. Ain't the ideal outcome one where yer friends get t'see ya live a little too, even if yer workin' harder'n most? That's somethin' I've figured since, y'know, literally dyin' fer th'team...

Brisa frowned, and pawed at her cheek fur. Her tailtuft drew patterns on the floor behind her. Now that was a question she'd both obsessed over and put out of mind. Did she have an answer? Well, y'could tell yerself yer fuckin' pa is still alive, fer one. Not that. Something hopeful. "I'd...

Brisa blanched. The thought was... No, she'd never considered it. Could never. Just not help people? No, no, that was plain wrong. "Well, I used to think that without me, innocent folks would suffer, and it would be my responsibility fer leavin' 'em defenseless. I still feel like I could never...

Brisa smiled ruefully. It wasn't in her nature to spill folks' failings to other people's faces, but hey, who from Cibus would ever meet the inhabitants of Frontier Town? There was no actual reason to keep quiet. "Y'all on Cibus have the most wonderful hospitality. Me an' the rest of Diyem's...

You wanna be adored, right? Yer desperate t'be told 'well done', 'you did a good job', 'I'm proud of you, Brisa'. Y'just want people to love you. "Appreciation, I guess?" she said, hesitantly. "I don't mean, like, accolades. I mean folks' thanks. The sense that I made a difference to 'em. That...

Brisa nodded, and bit back a sigh. That follow-up was inevitable, huh. "Yeah. My parents were the Omen Heroes of their generation, an' when they retired, they became the ranger team of Frontier Town. Pa left home one night, an' Ma went to become clan chief after that, leavin' me to take on...

Alright, here we go... "Back home, I'm a frontier ranger. That's partway law enforcement, partway rescue services. Not too different from what y'all have here in the form of Guilds, though the Ranger Union operates a lil' differently. I work solo, though not by choice, so it can be pretty...

"Uhuh." Brisa returned the smile, and her ears only burned a little bit. Cream was only member of her line she'd ever met whose voice was soft. Brisa bit her cheek and pushed the thought away. She found a comfortable cushion to loaf on, and inclined her head to the lounge fridge. "Help...

Brisa grit her teeth. This... She hadn't done this kinda thing all too often before, and usually with more stoic 'mon, or 'mon with less severe trauma, than Shield. But her heart went to him nonetheless. "It ain't gonna be normal again," she told him. "But it's fer sure gonna be better." She...

"I give you my word I'll give my all t'get her back," said Brisa, carefully. "If there's a way, we'll find it." Goddamn, Shield was in a state. But of course, he would be, wouldn't he? He'd come fresh out of a tragedy that still had Maple shaken after centuries of grieving, and been thrown into...

Brisa winced, thinking of how selfish, rash and impulsive she'd been, once. "I got the impression that she just really wanted us to love her," she said, quietly, something seizing up behind her eyes and in her throat.

Brisa shrugged. "Figures. Everyone bein' high on Radiance explains it well enough without there bein' someone with an agenda in yer midst." Never mind that line of thinking, then. "So... You an' Sword were close, huh? I didn't get much of a chance to spend time with her while she was hangin'...

"Fair enough. I'll ask him what he knows about Giovanni, maybe see if he wants to help interrogate the motherfucker." Brisa pawed at her cheek. There was something that had been bothering her... "Say, how'd you end up fightin' us in the first place? I know y'all figured we were Minions of...

"Don't worry about it. The posse doesn't seem t'be holdin' a grudge, as such. Though it did rather stick in the craw at the time, I get where yer head was at. Just... Make sure we can count on ya at the Worldcore." Brisa nodded, chewing over the information. "Okay. I've been thinkin' of...

"Sky an' stars, that must've been one hell of a fuckin' thing to find out really happened. I'm awful sorry fer it." No wonder the poor fella seemed lost all the damn time. "Where didya wake up, then? An' how didya come to work with Karat, Silver's team an' the weather gods?"

Brisa nodded. "Since Telum's destruction, she's been travellin' the worlds for centuries, apparently. I'm guessin' you've not watched countless years go by yerself? Just tryin' to piece t'gether how the two of ya could've ended up here, after so much time."

Brisa heaped herself on top of one of the available seats and eyed Shield. He was laid back in a chair, staring into space with a substantially more upbeat expression than usual. He hadn't said a word on the way back from Moonlit Forest. The fella sure was off in his own head a lot, huh. "I...

"Fuck, I'm assumin' it is. We'll talk more about that one somewhere else, yeah? Fer now, I wanan get the hell out an' on a new investigation somewhere less . . . civilised. Say, Dave, y'wanna come with me on the Moonlit Forest investigation? It ain't spy-huntin', but maybe we'll get somewhere...

Brisa grunted in shared frustration. Good fucking gods, Luz. "Okay, so Luz' latest investigation reveals that Truffle's great secret is he's crushin' on the Guild receptionist. Comes as a relief, t'be honest, I really like that guy, but fuck, we need a breakthrough here."