Narrator pov
After more than a month of mourning and silence from Star.
She finally left Jazz's room but acts as a machine... you might say.
Star pov
My normal self was long gone.
I spoke to no one.
The Cons are a bit freaked out, normally I would shout catch phrases at them like "We're going to kill your aft!" Or "Bring it on!!" But now I'm as silent as Soundwave.