Luz stopped. That hurt. It always hurt, when someone she cared about was corrupted and they struck out at her, whether physical or mental, because she knew that the whole point of it was to disassociate themselves from her.

But Luz had gotten good at swallowing sadness, of remembering the person that Sharon was, and it was not Alessa, this Alessa.

The one that still wore Sharon's face and her voice.

"Maybe. But I'll always be there for Sharon. She's my friend."