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"I apologize," Truffle said, closing his eyes. He spoke evenly. "It was... wrong of me to press on so far. Nobody else follows this way of the warrior." "And you knew nobody else did," Maple said, suddenly unable to speak up. Truffle tensed, because he knew he hadn't said everything. "If you...

"Don't give me that," Ionys dismissed with a wave. "I chose this, too. And you gave me closure. Shut the fuck up about trying to blame anyone but me for my choices. If I didn't die... someone else would have. Or more would have." He prodded a claw at himself. "I knew the risks more than anyone...

Owen puffed a small plume of smoke. "I guess I just do that out of habit, being a Heart 'n all." But he still smiled and stretched. "Hey, did you find any good places to eat? I tried finding an old restaurant but it's not the same here." He walked leisurely by Mergo's side, lost in thought...

Cal stretched her wings and flew off, waving back at Bahamut. She seemed to be in good spirits. Troubled, but perhaps more mentally for others rather than herself. In the end, she really did take a lot after Owen...

"Never that specific," Ionys said to Dave's first comment. "Only stuff that involved working with a Voice and how far it can go. This whole soul-bond thing was a bit of a surprise... but it kinda all made sense when she said it. Tied it all together. As for what it means..." Ionys leaned back...

The silence continued, but this time it looked like he was weighing how to say things, what to tell them, rather than whether to tell anything at all. Finally, however, he sighed, his voice like a little, low birdsong. "...A Ward is meant to fall in battle before their allies. To allow an ally...

Owen looked genuinely confused at that. "I didn't really think it was a grudge," he admitted. "I thought you just wanted a rematch. You know, competitive. I can get a little competitive..." Owen rubbed his claws together, thinking. "And since my whole deal is Perceive, I feel like it'd be trying...

"What wonderful attacks," Giovanni said with a mock-smile, bringing his wings together as if swooning. Despite the gesture, there wasn't an ounce of love in his tone. "It makes me think that you almost stand a chance against my evil plans. Almost. Come on, Cibus! Do you think Team Spectrum is...

There was a flash of genuine surprise on Owen's face that was expressed more thoroughly in the spark of his tail. He looked at the olive branch, then at Mergo again, sighing. "Well, I mean, that's one way to end a friendship, if that's what you mean," he remarked. "...Politics is weird, Mergo...

Owen sighed, deciding to humor it. "All right," he said. "I guess you do hit." And while there was an air of caution about it, Owen did reach out to grab it. At the same time, though, a thin barrier of gold went just beneath his scales, like ethereal, invisible armor. He wouldn't put a harmful...

"...Perhaps I should not, for it isn't too important," Truffle said. "That isn't entirely it, either," Maple replied darkly. "...You are going to say it, or I will." Truffle tensed a little at that, then looked down at Leg, who was trying her best to get comfortable. It wasn't easy.

"Sure," Owen said, "but Diyem knows tons of dark secrets. I don't think this would be remarkable to him, y'know? Just... think about it, okay? Even if it's for only a few days, it'd still be a few days of closure. After all you did to help him, he owes it to help you anyway, right?"

"Already talked to Maple about it," Ionys said dismissively. "Flesh will be fine. I'll be nearby. In fact, once I'm in Telum, I'll be a quick trip away at all times..." He sighed. "Yeah. I guess Maple should have told me. But maybe she didn't want me to panic about it. In the end, I still had to...

Cal nodded. "Yeah. Definitely. Want them to be ready for it--only h-have a week, too." She hesitated. "SO, um..." She was thinking about someone else. "Bye for now, alright? I, uh, gonna spend some time with Dad and stuff."

Owen thought about that, sighing. "Well... If you want a better understanding of which of those two things it is, we can always ask Diyem directly. He'd know for sure. He's kind of an expert on inner darkness. Ever ask him?"

"Hmph! Watch! One day I'm gonna grow up to be the best girlfriend ever! Or maybe even a boyfriend! You never know. I can be anything. I just like this body." She stood up, sighing. "Well... Anyway, uh. To be serious, I'm--I'm still glad that I can hang around and stuff with you even after this...

"Yeah, I guess you aren't. Actually, what type are we?" Cal poked at her cheek, going straight through to the other side. "Ghost? No, I don't think so... Shadow? I mean, maybe, but..."

"Hmm..." Cal nodded. "So, does that mean we can date? You know, hypothetically. We can go... have a... candlelit dinner. With meteors, or something. Or stardust. We'll invite Toast as the best mon!" Cal nodded. "That'll give Pansit something to think about." And some studying for Cal to look up...

"How come?" Owen asked, but this time the question was toward Nate. "There's only going to be turmoil until you acknowledge and accept this side of you, you know. Otherwise it'll just join with you as you go back, and... who knows what'll happen then."

Owen remained stationary, but Mergo's trained eyes would easily see that he was tensed and watching. That battleheart was indeed still there. But when he saw the full form of that strange blossoming branch, there was a smile, like he caught the meaning. "What does it do?" he asked, curiously...