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"Hint taken, Chief. Keep doin' what yer doin'." Brisa paced out, with a curious glance at the silent human-charizard. He gave her weirdest vibes. Not bad, exactly. Just . . . confused. Well, she had enough to be getting on with already. "Be seein' y'all."

"Got a new body now," said Brisa, gesturing at the core she'd just handed to Diyem. "We'll see what comes of it."

Brisa handed over the core with a sigh of trepidation. If it turned out that she'd tried so hard to save this pathetic creature only for him to perish... Gods, that would feel like shit. Even if he recovered fully, he'd been an empty vessel for violent commands all his existence. He'd need so...

"Alright," said Brisa, softly. "All of y'all, you've done what y'can." She nodded a thanks to Nate for the core, and Bahamut for his healing, and looked Mewtwo in the eye. Don't be afraid. This is the best chance we have of helping you. Live. Brisa touched the stone to Mewtwo's chest.

Brisa caught the useful lump in one paw, and nodded a wordless thanks. Count on Nate to have a good plan. Guy was an oddball, but the team owed a lot to him. Maybe she should buy him a drink sometime or something. Unless he was a kid. Was he a kid? She didn't fucking know, she never talked to...

Brisa nodded. "That's a good suggestion. Diyem, can ya expedite our acquisition of one of the fuckin' things, by any chance? Or an alternative of some kind? Y'can make bodies, after all, can't ya?" She grimaced, staring back at Mewtwo's blank expression. She didn't have the power to heal, to...

Brisa frowned. When Sword had been freed from the Worldcore, her body had collapsed at first, core shattering into pieces. If Mewtwo was a similar being to her, would he suffer a similar experience? Could he survive the way she had? Brisa resolved to believe he could. She maintained her...

"Well done," Brisa told Owen. He'd be alright. She ought to prioritise the poor creature in front of them. Brisa padded up to Mewtwo, grimacing at how pathetic he seemed, a bioengineered living superweapon looking totally vulnerable. She had no idea if she should touch him, if he'd react badly...

Brisa bit down hard on what she'd been about to say. This was an impromptu ambush, after all. She trusted Owen. She trusted her own guts. Okay. Do it.

Brisa blew out a long breath. "If he ain't fightin', one of us has gotta show we're prepared t'trust him with a chance to make peace." She let her shield fade, and slowly, carefully, walked forward to the floating weapon. If she touched him with a Radiant tether . . . would that be the first...

"What can we offer 'im?" muttered Brisa, thinking aloud. "I'll let ya get a free hit on me if'n ya tell us what y'call yerself," called Sombra. Brisa glowered at her Shadow. It wasn't like she didn't want that, but also, holy shit.

"Really, fella?" said Brisa, tilting her head at Bahamut. No matter. She walked forward to keep by Owen's side, and took a breath of dusty Voidlands 'air'. Nate had a good idea, throwing up a shield. She did the same, just in case. Swallowing hard, she considered what she could call out to the...

A hot shiver went down Brisa's back. Even knowing they outclassed Mewtwo compared to their last combat encounter with him, the mere presence of one of his species, of an ominous, hostile, alien presence, of a malicious Dark Matter entity... Yeah. That weren't exactly a delight. But she could...

Brisa rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck "Well, what're we waitin' fer?"

"Understood, Chief," said Brisa, quietly. "I'll be ready." She was still tired, but she could tolerate the fatigue. And she'd rested as best she could. And most importantly, she wasn't alone. Even if she had barely spent time with Nate or Red. Yet. "Is kickin' his teeth in an option? Serious...