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Blanche looked to the one who had been called Brightside and blinked her long lashes. She took small sips of her tea, contemplating. "Well," she explained, "they're the Sun, of course," the girl tilted her head towards the Heroes. "And those," she said, tilting her head towards the Villains, "are the Moon,"

She turned to the man who had interrupted them. "The Sun would vaporize the Moon, wouldn't it?" she mused. "I suppose you're right."

After her explanation, Blanche lifted the tea cup to her lips and gulped the rest of it down in a single go. She lowered the cup and stared sadly at the emptiness, the only remnants a gentle heat pouring into her hands as she clutched it tight. Again turning to Brightside she said, "And you're the Bright Side of the Sun, aren't you?"