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"Anthus." Luz spoke his name with a smile. "It's my pleasure to know you, Decidueye Anthus." She rose again to leave, and to leave Anthus to his book, happy to have given him a moment's comfort. She had a feeling he deserved more. <><><><><>

Luz let Truffle maintain the embrace for as long as he needed. Fella probably didn't get enough hugs. Stars knew most folks didn't. "Whatever happens," she said, quietly, "you done good. Y'best believe it."

Luz nodded, satisfied. It wasn't an invitation, but it was friendly. Good enough for now. "Thank ye kindly fer yer time, partner," she said, a little softer than her normal pep. She stood, hesitated for a moment before leaving, and then . . . didn't. She rounded the table, leaned down, and...

"I hear ya. Don't have any bright ideas myself, but . . . I understand what yer sayin'." Luz shivered, wondering how the populace of Cibus would take the loss of their creator-deity, and how Joule would take having slaim him, should he recover from his fugue. A dreadful business all round...

Luz cocked her head. "What're you sayin', exactly? You're done tryin' to make the sacrifice play, an' now ya fear Arceus is about to bite dust?" She drummed her claws on the table, frowning. "Can't say as I think it's a bad way t'go, savin' th'entire planet, but ain't there another means of...

Luz sucked her teeth. "Truffle, I know what a death wish is." Well, she'd said it. Why stop there? "Fer however long it was, that must've been a wretched time fer ya. But now you're livin' up to the claim you made in th'first place, and I reckon that makes you as heroic as any of 'em. I...

Luz winced. And she'd just been talking about ending her life. Stars... Ought she to hug him? She wanted to, but he might not appreciate it. But then, she wasn't one to do nothing. "Fella, that's a weight t'bear I can hardly imagine," she said, pawing the back of her neck. "I don't 'spect you...

"Well don't leave me curious, partner," drawled Luz, slumping over the back of her chair. "There's a statement with a story behind it if'n I ever heard one. I'm listenin'." Something about her opening-up had hit a nerve for him, it seemed, so Luz offered another, more gentle grin. After all...

"Sure," said Luz, shrugging. "Cibus is a fine world, don't get me wrong. But it ain't where I'm meant t'stay." She waved her tail vaguely and cupped her cheek. She'd called herself a native of Cibus before, but her memories were all of Brisa's world, and her dreams all lay somewhere else. Who...

Luz chuckled drily. "I need t'be needed," she said, firmly. "Era of peace? I'd go stir crazy, I'm sure of it. I guess I'd . . . volunteer fer emergency services. Sign onto every combat tournament on th'planet. Mentor young folks as had th'inklin' to be heroes after I'm gone, if I can even die. I...

Luz fidgeted uncomfortably. "I mean, y'say that, but I don't..." She bit her lip. The 'ectoplasm' of her body's 'flesh' was pliable beneath her teeth. She concentrated, and firmed up even further. There wasn't any discomfort even so, when she bit. It felt like there ought to be. "I don't know...

"Hmm." Luz pawed at her chin. Motivation, huh? She tended to think about things in terms of actions and consequences, not motivation. Yet, she must have motivations for choosing some actions over others... "I dunno why I do what I do," she confessed. "I took the form of the folk hero Zeraora...

Luz' smile remained, but softened considerably. "I guess even fer an interdimensional squad of superheroes, collateral damage and injured innocents are part of the course, huh?" She looked away for a second. She hadn't assumed anything about the squad, exactly, and she knew that they'd had...

Luz' eyes went as wide as her grin as she listened. "Well ain't that a story!" she exclaimed. "It's real tragic that a bystander should have to go through that, but I guess y'all did the right thing after th'fact." She raise a brow and leaned forward. "What's yer story, fella? You sign up...

Luz sucked her teeth and nodded. "Yep, that's about right. Can't be all work an' no play, that's fer sure." She peered at the book. "So, you'n' Leg, huh? Y'all live t'gether, what's the relationship there? I ain't spent time with any of y'all God Squad folks aside from a minute here'n' there...

"Howdy, fella! Many thanks, I put a lot of effort into the preparations~" Luz pulled up a seat and sat backward on it, facing Truffle and his book. "Say, what's yer interest in that, then? Somethin' yer workin' on fer Leg's sake?"

Supposedly Truffle rarely stayed in that ominous abode he shared with Leg. With how dark she preferred to keep it, and his reputation for chipperness, that seemed to track, though Luz was curious why they should then share a dwelling at all. Maybe with so much going on, and Truffle's usual...

Brisa did care about her whole team. That wasn't exactly what she'd meant, though. But . . . it didn't seem like a priority to resolve her heartache when they had mere days to prepare for a fight with Joule, if they could even survive the incoming attack... She nodded to her companions. "Thank...

Brisa hissed through her teeth. "Yeah, okay, I dunno why I even tried to anonymise the question. Yeah, this is about Astrid." The name hung in the air, daring Brisa to say other honest things. "I . . . really care about her. An' the posse needs her, of course. Perhaps I can get her t'see...

Brisa raised a brow. "If keepin' folks in line ain't a leadership responsibility, I don't know what is. Ya seem perfectly indispensable t'me." She blew out a breath and put her tail-tuft the the floor to trace patterns. What was she really asking about, if not anything that occurred to Maple to...