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Truffle still said nothing, like he was lost in thought. He heard them, perhaps, but something else was on his mind. "Speak, Truffle. You owe them at least that," Maple finally said, and her voice was like a command. Finally, he complied. "...I wasn't... thinking. I was clouded by... the will...

Cal hummed in thought. "You know, that is kinda true, isn't it?" she said. "Polaris is sort of my siblings, but so are you. So does that mean you're my uncle-brother? Or does that make Polaris by nephew-brother?"

"I see..." Very different from Dave's. "...If you don't want to be here... Does that mean you want to rest? What can we do to help you rest?" In the end, if both Nate and his shadow wanted the shadow to leave, then there had to be a way to help that. They just had to work together!

"Don't think I'll let my weaknesses get the better of me!" Silver shouted. "Pure power. In the end, that's what allowed you all to defeat the Blacklight. Even if the power came from something else..." He nodded. "I'll show you mine!" Two silhouettes appeared behind Silver like a trick of the...

"You don't have any memories of the world before Cibus at all?" Owen asked. Now this was curious. So this Shadow was all of the fears Nate had about this world, channeled into a single, quivering ball of oil, while Nate himself had the external persona of someone hardened and dismissive. It...

Owen nodded. "I already know that if I fought you, right now, I'd lose," he said, "and... I don't like fighting my friends unless I'm at my best. By the rules of dueling, that means you won, isn't it?" He tilted his head. "Dueling is a serious affair, right? You can't really choose when to duel...

Truffle didn't answer. Perhaps he no longer remembered. He only kept his focus on the empty space of the wall, absently petting Leg's disguise.

Out of Nate's view, Owen had made a few motions with his hand as he conjured Protects in case Nate tried that very thing; it would be trivial to put a barrier to halt him. "Well, you won't have to worry about being here for much longer," Owen said. "But is what you're saying... also applying to...

Owen looked at the blade, then at Mergo himself, frowning a little. "Catching me at the end of my training, when I'm not even expecting a proper fight, huh?" he asked, smiling. "That's smart, too, isn't it? ...Well, sorry, Mergo, but... I think I'll surrender this duel right at the start." He...

That light in Truffle's eyes was flickering again, even more than before, like an illusion that was finally disappearing. Perhaps Ionys wasn't the true master of those after all. "Leg..." She pressed against him again, quiet. "...I apologize for... frightening you. I must have gotten carried...

Maple, silent through it all, gave Truffle a small glance, the same glance that Truffle recalled from Ionys the night before. Perhaps their spirits were tied in more ways than one. "...It was none of your faults," Truffle replied. "I was... merely fighting at my best, was I not? And I had more...

"I certainly wouldn't think so," Truffle replied to Luz with a small chuckle, placing the book down with one of his feathers as a mark for where he'd left off. The moment he did, Leg hopped onto a nearby beg and then onto his; Zinc was about to protest, but Truffle subtly moved a wing, allowing...

After taking some emergency treatments in the Colosseum recovery wing--where Leg and the others hadn't been allowed--they were informed that Truffle had stabilized and had been taken to Poppin' Arms to continue his recovery. They remarked to Brisa and Icetales that Truffle's performance at the...

And to this, Owen paused, blinking. "It..." He stumbled over his words again, and then stared at Mergo in disbelief. "Y... your hero's aura faded, and that much time passed for you? Five whole... summers, so that's like cycles, or years..." Owen brought his wings down and squeezed his toes...

Owen blinked, tilting his head in the way that was always so easy to read. Maybe it was out of courtesy, because he could so easily read others. Or maybe it was because this Owen--compared to the one Team Spectrum spoke of--was still soft and bright and ignorant of whatever hell was around his...

"Perfect." Owen hopped back and and held a single hand forward with a devilish smile. He snapped them, and the doll in front of him abruptly exploded from its core, sending bits and pieces flying everywhere. But the arm of this doll smacked into the doll to the back on the nose, where the second...

"It's more fun with lots of toys," Owen said, flicking his tail to the left. "I like putting them in really specific poses. Over each other, facing each other, maybe sometimes on their back..." He flicked his tail to the right. "And then I make their heads explode! Wanna see?"

The Mewtwo rolled his eyes as Incineroar got to his usual cheers and rallies. He really was good at that sort of thing... "You were clever to suggest this anonymously," Giovanni said, floating with relative ease above them all. "I thought this was a reward for good behavior. But a battle in the...

Owen adjusted himself until he was sitting with crossed legs, curling his tail forward like a campfire between the three of them. "Shadows don't normally stay emerged like this for as long as you have. Not for all of us, at least. Do you mean that Nate has always felt this way, inside?" He...

"Hey, Mergo!" Owen called, wiggling his rear at Mergo as his tail flopped like a casual wave. His eyes darted around the dolls again, checking each one for the final time. "Like what you see?" Owen added, finally glancing back.