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"Hush it, pal," said Brisa, firmly. "It's dealt with. Y'wanna talk about it, we get outta here first. Somewhere where it's safer." Brisa pulled away, her injuries healed, and walked unaided away from the scene of Owen's transformation. Someone else might need the help more. And Brisa... Brisa...

Brisa could hardly think. Her own mind was drowned out by shadows. She'd used so much of her strength, every kind of strength, in that fight. That moment. Everything hurt. Everything burned. Pathetic, ain't it? That this is the best y'can do. You only died, why can't you be stronger than this...

"Don't think about it none," said Brisa, her heart still drumming hard. "Jus' keep yer shit t'gether. Y'didn't hurt anyone, focus on that." It was okay. They were okay. She kept her forehead and one paw against Owen's huking form, and shuddered with... Something. It didn't feel like fear...

Brisa stared Owen down. She wouldn't show fear. If he didn't listen... Dyin' is yer reward fer fallin' short. It ain't even like it'll last, here. Well, then she wouldn't fall short. Not now. Not for her friend. "Owen, get a fuckin' grip," she growled, her voice steady despite the...

"You're not a fuckin' WEAPON, Owen—" He is, though. And he ain't got strength left to act otherwise. The tethers snapped, and Brisa yelped at the mental shock. She'd had pushback before, but never this kind of no-sell. This is hopeless. You ain't got a chance. Not without her here. She took up...

No, killing him wasn't the way—he could turn up fucking anywhere! Lose him to this place forever! They had to calm him down if there was even a chnace of doing so! Now. Now. This was Brisa's chance to reach out to Owen. To show him her heart. She yowled with effort, and lit up the red dust in...

Brisa snarled, and for a moment the sheer viciousness of the fight—no banter, no team coordination, just brutal attacks amid lifeless desolation—put her mind in a black pit she'd hoped never to enter again. You might have to kill him, t'save him killin' yer allies. You can die, though. At least...

She didn't drill them often, but Brisa knew the techniques of Agility and Quick Attack. She raced damn near as fast as she ever had to get from the forest's edge to the river before things got worse. "Owen!" she shouted, as she closed the distance. Maybe she could Arrest him—? He'll kill Dave...