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Nip said nothing out loud, but he certainly found that hard to believe himself. Why he had been chosen... it was a question he'd been wanting to ask Diyem for some time, but every time he thought he might have an opportunity to, something had come up that kept him away. But Vix's shadow echoed...

Nip's shadow stared at them for an uncomfortably long time. Nip couldn't be certain if it was considering the shadow's words, or if it was just being quiet, waiting for someone else to act. But finally, it turned it's back, and instead stared at Nip. "Well, what do you think? Is she a hero?"...

Frozen as he watched the escalating argument between Vix, her shadow, and his shadow, Nip didn't see the attack until too late. Vix's attack did 209 damage to Nip Nip stumbled backwards, winded by the blow. He clutched his stomach, wincing, and looked to his shadow, who returned his gaze with...

The shadow didn't stand down. But the look on its face changed. At first, the anger remained, but as Vix advanced, its expression betrayed uncertainty, then fear. "What, you think you're high and mighty for fighting a losing battle. For threatening to attack something that's hurting?" It paused...

"You make a good point. I will at least keep an eye out for them." He paused, and dipped his head. "Stay well, Bahamut. I will see you later." With that, he turned and returned to his cleaning. <><><><><>

"Indeed. The coming days are going to be busy." His tails waved slightly as he thought. "Perhaps the business will be good for the grieving. I've found that staying busy helps keep my mind off the worst of it."

Both Nip and his shadow flinched, his shadow cowering behind him. "That's what everyone says," the shadow shouted back. "Stop it," Nip warned, but his shadow didn't listen. In fact, it moved from behind him to glare defiantly at Vix. "You all say that you're the good guy. That you're in the...

"I am no therapist, but it feels like, perhaps talking to other people about what happened to you might help. It obviously won't fix things, don't get me wrong, but perhaps it may make it easier to cope. I've seen what bottling in all your negative emotions can do." He glanced out the window...

Was... Was she implying that he should beat up his shadow or something? He cast the pathetic creature a sideways glance. That would just be cruel. Besides, hadn't they been through enough? Apparently his shadow, however, had taken offense to her comment. Though he still hid behind Nip, he let...

"For that exact reason," Nip answered a bit too quickly. "Maybe I wouldn't have to if you listened to me in the first place," the shadow muttered mutinously. "I'm just looking out for you, because no one else will."

"I see. Our tribe believes in an afterlife, but it's only reachable by the help of Yveltal. Without her, souls are lost and doomed to wander the world as restless spirits." A pause. "Our understanding is that it's a world free of pain. Where the dead are able to find peace. Those that would...

"Are we allowed to leave? I don't think I want to be here." Nip shot his shadow a frustrated look. Then turned back towards vix and ran a paw across his face. "No, really. I'm fine. I got my own problems, but I'll deal with them myself."

"That is... unfortunate." Tempest chose his words carefully, uncertain of how to best air his feelings on the matter. "I do not know if your culture places any value on an afterlife. But even if you don't. To be an immortal among mortals... I imagine it's... difficult. Emotionally draining." It...

Nip flinched, shrinking back for just a second before catching himself. He straightened back up, then shook his head. "Oh, nothings wrong as far as I know. I just was coming out here for some solitude. I guess I wasn't the only one with that idea." He smiled weakly, hoping to hide his unease.

"Mm. I can sympathize, and I'm sorry to hear that." He passed, staring out the window for a moment. "Nip and I, our culture does not put high values on avenging the dead. Death is a part of life, and accidents happen when hunting. Perhaps that is why I feel so detached from Nip's death. But...

Nip had returned briefly to Null village. But restlessness urged him to leave again. Now he found himself back in the wilderness, his shadow following close behind. He didn't care much for these wide open spaces, but there also seemed to be little traditional danger here. Pheraps he would have...

"I suppose you have a point. But I can't help but worry." As much as he wanted to believe Nip would find the support of the others, he knew just how deep Nip's trust issues ran. "Revenge would do them little good anyways. It may make them feel better for a time, but revenge leads to...

Tempest held Bahamut's gaze, for a moment, his face betraying no emotion. "I had just been using Nip's badge when I needed to. But... unfortunately he had it on him during the battle. I think you get the idea. I have yet to replace it." He turned back to the furniture for a moment. "You're...

"I'm sorry, he threw-" Tempest cut himself off with a displeased flick of his tails and a drown. "You know what? I'm not going to question it." He paused, sighing, and shook his head. "I just hope it doesn't delay the retrieval of our fallen. For their sakes."

Tempest followed his gesture. "Ah, I see. If you'd like, I can help out. I've already been tidying up. Keeping myself busy." He began to walk towards the furniture, inspecting the pile to figure out which piece he could take without toppling the structure. "How has the planning gone?" The...