Fusion
Oh knee on
Puddle shook its head, crossing its arms. Being positive probably wasn't the easiest thing for the familiars to do, but this... darkness hanging over Luz, as Puddle thought it to be, wasn't something good for her. Well, like, maybe it could have been but... that's just getting all that gross genetic stuff in the mix and confusing things. Right now, Luz needed a helping hand or two, and Puddle had at least two to give. Screw science and technicalities!
"I mean, yeah, Brisa grew up, but even if she doesn't need you, I'd wager she still wants you around. I don't think any of our hosts could easily... abandon us, you know?" That last part hung in the air for a moment, and a bit of uncertainty rose in Puddle again. Where... Where was Vix again..?
No, bad head. Focus. Focus...
"And whatever we become, we're still gonna be us. Whether you become a flesh an' blood Zeraora, or turn into an Eternatus, or another Dark Matter like Pops, you're still Luz at heart. I ain't even gonna humor the thought of you bein' a threat to anybody, with that innate heroic heart of yours," Puddle said, firm as stone. It believed that with all its being, and if it had to slap a sticky note on Luz's forehead for her to believe it to, then Puddle had a trip to a store planned already.
"Our Pops is literally the embodiment of evil, Mom's a giant space dragon that usually destroys planets, and the both of 'em changed their ways and turned themselves into heroes!" It threw its arms in the air, grinning again, proud. Saying these things felt a whole lot better than just thinking them, it turned out. Puddle figured it should speak its mind more often, it was fun! "We got a few hundred millenia of foresight ahead of 'em, and we have a literal team of heroes as a part of us, and you're worried about being a threat?"
"I mean, yeah, Brisa grew up, but even if she doesn't need you, I'd wager she still wants you around. I don't think any of our hosts could easily... abandon us, you know?" That last part hung in the air for a moment, and a bit of uncertainty rose in Puddle again. Where... Where was Vix again..?
No, bad head. Focus. Focus...
"And whatever we become, we're still gonna be us. Whether you become a flesh an' blood Zeraora, or turn into an Eternatus, or another Dark Matter like Pops, you're still Luz at heart. I ain't even gonna humor the thought of you bein' a threat to anybody, with that innate heroic heart of yours," Puddle said, firm as stone. It believed that with all its being, and if it had to slap a sticky note on Luz's forehead for her to believe it to, then Puddle had a trip to a store planned already.
"Our Pops is literally the embodiment of evil, Mom's a giant space dragon that usually destroys planets, and the both of 'em changed their ways and turned themselves into heroes!" It threw its arms in the air, grinning again, proud. Saying these things felt a whole lot better than just thinking them, it turned out. Puddle figured it should speak its mind more often, it was fun! "We got a few hundred millenia of foresight ahead of 'em, and we have a literal team of heroes as a part of us, and you're worried about being a threat?"