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Owen nodded, undeterred by the line of questioning, and he even smiled a little at the joke. "You're already prepared," Owen said. "More than I'd ever been for the other times I lost my memories. This is the best way to lose them. But also remember... the life you have when you get those...

Owen nodded, giving Dave a firm look while Flesh sniffled and trembled against Dave. "And you know what, I don't want you to give up the fight that's happening in your world, either," he said. "To me, it sounds harder. But you seem stronger, too, in a way that I'm not."

"That won't be a problem," Diyem said. "If what you explained to me is true, that husk would have already dissolved back to your world anyway. However... Thank you for the warning." Diyem paused. "By the way, I recently learned of a new hell for you. Someone posted many of your favorite...

The ghostly Zoroark looked almost pained, but he disguised it with a smirk at Dave. "Hmph, yeah, yeah, go on and get your pack of smokes," he said. "...Fuck, I need to find someone else to have mozzarella sticks with now. Damn. Just realized that." He rubbed the back of his head, then looked at...

Cal grinned up at Bahamut. "No worldbusting this time, though. Got it?" Diyem eyed Rocky and Nate, but ultimately rolled his eyes. He likely already knew. Fathers like him had a talent about that sort of thing, apparently. But whatever aftereffects it would entail, it wasn't enough that Diyem...

After everything was said and done, Owen went for one last gauntlet to meet everyone on Team Spectrum, including their Void Eternas, just to chat, see how they were, and any last words they might have had. He spent a particular amount of time with Bahamut, who would have been most affected by...

"Hey, don't feel too bad," Owen said to Bahamut. "Cal told me all about you guys. Relayed everything. You're gonna do great, y'know? So, hey, don't forget us, okay?" "Our connection might be," Diyem said, "but only slightly. I'm still your father in the end, and that means something...

Chip says that he has no new projects, and the world, for now, can carry on with inventing things without him. He was going to take a few months off and relax with his father, Reshiram. Cola seems eager to get to training in an era of peace, saying that if things go well, he'd be able to 'eat...

Everything was finished; any affairs the team may have had, all of their obligations, their worries, their business. All was over, whether they wanted it or not. Diyem was in good health, but he could sense that soon, their tenuous hold to their bodies would start to break down. Diyem wouldn't...

"H-heh... heh... are you finished? Is that... the best you can do?!" Zygarde called, nearly kneeling, but not quite down. The dust settled; green arrows, silver energy, massive gashes on the ground, and even a great fissure through the sand... The Tree was destroyed by Astrid, and yet Owen had...

"All this time, I have believed in you!" Zygarde shouted. "Every battle, I watched, and in the end, I was rooting for either victor. Seeing you all come out on top has filled me with such inspiration... Continue! Show me everything that you can do, one last time!" "G-guys?" Owen called...

"I'll back you up!" Owen called. "D-Dad!" Mung called, but then quickly cleared his throat and said, "I-it seems that Team Spectrum has done a real number of Sprout this time! But how will he counter? It seems that his energy is getting even higher than before! W-wait! What's this?" And for a...

Fugu noticed it, but she knew that this side of Dave was skittish, so she only gave where she felt a friendly smile. And, perhaps for the first time, there was a hint of that true tenderness behind her battle-hardened stare. By some miracle, she'd managed to even look the right direction when...

The smoke cleared, but Sprout was still standing, looking proud. Green sparks this time, a new kind of energy perhaps, danced around his body through the blurry haze... "Very good, very good!" Sprout said, chuckling. "I guess that means it's time for me to get serious...! Yes! It's now time...

It didn't take long for Owen to reciprocate, swooping down and picking Brisa up in not just his arms, but his wings, too. He wasn't the strongest, physically, but his sheer size made the gesture trivial. He was so warm. The air was like blankets. And Owen held her at just the right pressure...

"I tried tracking down some of the authors, but a lot of them are really secluded," Owen said. "But for my favorite one... I found the author there. But I can't talk about the ending; I'm sworn to secrecy." He nodded firmly, looking deadly seriously for only a second. Then, he relaxed again...

"Yeah." Owen nodded. "And if there was a time where I'd be cut off from my world... Well, that'd be awful, actually, but... It'd be at least a little, or a lot, better if someone like you was there, too." Funny. He hated what was happening in his world, but he still wanted to go back. Maybe he...

Owen thought about it, laughing to himself. "...I think you already had an idea or two when you found True Owen in my head," he replied coyly.

"...Something different happened there," Fugu said. "I sensed it. There was... more. Hold onto that feeling. That thought. Maybe, with some luck, at least that thought, even if you don't remember its origin, will follow you home." She sheathed her blade, nodding. "You likely have much to do...

That determination--in a world where nothing went right for him, he found his purpose. In the end, it perhaps wasn't the healthiest thing, but they only had a day. She could only hope that this determination would become something healthier later, if he could find more purpose as those kids grow...