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"Yeah, maybe," Owen said, either not noticing the feign or choosing not to acknowledge it. "It's definitely going to be a mixed bag. On one hand, I'll get to see all of you again. On the other... it probably means a world needs saving again!" He sighed, rubbing his temples. "...But there are...

"Oh, of course!" And this time, it wasn't very long at all until Fugu brought Dave into her office without a word until the door closed. Then, she nodded, a respectful smile at first, almost one with a hint of familiarity. It was odd on Fugu; there was more to it. Perhaps a thanks for saving...

"I think I feel the same," Zeraora said. And for a bit, that's all they said to each other, taking in the view, watching the clouds roll by. It was noon when they'd arrived, and the air was cool despite it being the start of summer. Eventually, perhaps with a bit of boldness, she leaned against...

"Yeah. Here's to not taking anything unless I want it." He raised a hand, and just then, the ground in front of Owen heaved. A shapeless monster rose from the ground and threatened the skewer Owen right then, only to smash and crumple, accordion-style, against a golden barrier that Owen had...

Zeraora nodded at that, looking at Brisa for a little longer than before, but then spotted the summit and what was beyond. "...And here we are," Zeraora said with a long breath. "...Haven't seen something like this in quite a while, Brisa." The clouds rolled over smaller mountaintops like...

"Too bad we'll both forget," Owen replied, chuckling a little. "Ahh, I mean, hey. Maybe echoes of it will influence us, you know? That's what I'm hoping for, at least. Back home, even when I lost my surface memories, my feelings about things still remained. I think... that's going to happen...

Zeraora let out a sharp breath through her nose. "Of course you were," she said with a smile. They were close to the summit, now, with the clear skies above them and the clouds below them. Zeraora looked a little winded, probably too used to the plains and the lowlands. "...Thank you for...

"That isn't a surprise," Zeraora remarked, laughing. "After all, we were all mortal once, aside from Pop himself. And we've been saved by mortals... five times, now? In recent memory, at least. I guess that's also why we don't fear mortality in the way a true god might. Though, the only example...

"Oh?" Zeraora glanced at Brisa. "Well. For a brief time, I had explored the stars in the little... spiritual section of Cibus, where those who have fallen and are laid to rest shall remain until it is time for the world to move on. That is when the Voice of Life is said to guide us onward...

"It's odd, but it's almost a relief to think about," Zeraora replied. "When you live for so long, any kind of change can be scary or intimidating, but in the end it's just another change. I already know what death is like. Maybe this time I'll get to greet it like an old friend." She chuckled, a...

"Everyone can do things wrong," Owen said, "but turning things around and finding a way to do the right thing afterward is what matters. Because once you start that, you... know what it's like. On both sides. And then you can make better choices, as long as you learn from it." He sighed, looking...

"Thanks," Owen said, grinning. "And, er, yeah. Planning is sort of something I've gotten good at over time. Y'know, back when I actually did their homework. Kinda. More like tutoring." He laughed a little sharply at that. "I guess those were the beginnings of it all, now that I think about it...

"Hmmhh..." He wondered that one. "...Well..." He tilted his head left and right, thinking. "A lot of things about the world are already falling apart, and stuff. " Owen sighed. "It's a tall order to fix. But... I... When I came here, I was in the middle of setting up a plan. If it works... If...

Zeraora hesitated there, but then a little smile, almost serene, replaced that worried look. "Well, honestly," she said, "one thing I was considering... was maybe looking around again. And if I get comfortable enough, I might... look for someone and retire. It's an era of peace, after all. Our...

"Guess I have a higher chance of seeing you again than the mortals around," Zeraora remarked, but there was a flash of doubt--optimistic doubt, oddly enough. "Well... maybe." She looked at her paw, frowning. "I'm wondering if there's a way for me to teach this... art to others. I don't think I...

"A will and testament," Zeraora repeated. "...You are, in a way, aren't you? Dying to Cibus. It's grim to phrase it that way, but really, by the time you return, if ever, perhaps nobody will be the same. But I think you've already done a lot to leave this world better than when you'd arrived...

"That I would," Zeraora said, walking with her hands behind her back like it was already the start of a leisurely stroll. "...Everything all tied up for you?" he asked, looking at Brisa. "Ready to go... back? Or are you still trying to squeeze out those... last few moments? Sorry if it's a...

Zeraora smirked. "That other one, that Lucario? Seems like the three of us all had a good harness on Blacklight. Maybe it'll be useful even after this." She followed Brisa out, and after navigating through the plains and toward its waypoint, they got to Treasure Town's Waypoint Road. Zeraora...

"Not much for me to bring," Zeraora said with a shrug. "Right now, you know more about Cibus than I do. I will follow your lead." She gestured ahead. "Unfortunately, if we're out in the open, I don't think we'll be able to have a brawl between ourselves... but seeing Cibus will be enough."

"Well," said Zeraora, patting her sides. "I suppose I'm ready, I have everything I need for... this outing to the rest of the world." She glanced at Brisa, uncertain. "And... you're sure that this will be fine? I'm not really sure how people react to Pokemon of my stature outside of Destiny...