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It was hard to miss Flesh, mostly because when Dave was a few minutes away from the forest proper, one of the trees fell over, snow and pine needles raining down with it. "Yeah, yeah, enjoy yourself," Ionys said with a sigh, shrugging openly. "Only one this time, alright? Forest might be big...

"Now you're just saying things to mess with me," growled Cal. "...But I guess you'd be a pretty good shrink. Maybe you can ask Breaker for some lessons? I think she does something similar, y'know." Then, under her breath, she said, "Probably the same demeanor, too."

"Real weight? How does that even--that's discrimination! I don't have any muscles! I, uh, and it's not like they, I mean, I think there's a Reuniclus in cleaning duty, too, so I totally could do something there!" Cal huffed, crossing her arms, which sank into one another. "Oh yeah, Mr. Smartass...

"It's not the same," Owen said. "When we fought our enemies, it was always to help them, to stop them from hurting others, or to stop them from hurting themselves. When we fought our friends, it was to mutually show our strength! This... The way you two are acting... That's not the same kind of...

"But I'm not evil! I stopped doing that ever since I was born!" Cal looked distraught. "What am I even stuffed with? Spiritomb? I lost my core already! I-I'm not letting you grab Leg to do this, either. She already messed with Dad's innards too much!"

"Wait, what--you said I'd be a scarecrow, not a doll! And besides, you can't tie me up, or hold me anywhere! Dad tried!"

"Scarecrow?" Cal repeated. "All right, then I'll show you. I'll make that bet, huh? In two years, I'm gonna be an amazing scarecrow! How about that?"

"In the end, Shadows are telling some truth about you in an extreme way," Owen said. "Mine manifested in a different way, but... Wishkeeper ultimately wanted to protect against new harm by keeping me safe and away. A shield that nobody would go through. Yours wants to hide... but is trying to...

"So, your strength continues..." Truffle sighed. "We need to find a way to cut that down, and quickly... don't we? Thankfully, I already know of one way to get that done...!" "I'm not weak," Truffle murmured to himself, glancing at the stands, where Ionys watched quietly. "I can protect...

Cal puffed her cheeks defiantly, then turned away. "I'll show you. I'm gonna become the best gardener ever! The kind that beats up people who try to misuse it! I'm gonna be a scary garden guardian. A gardenian." She nodded to herself. "Plants can be cool."

"Scared to do things that'd make him happy, because it might wind up with getting hurt later?" Owen asked, and a sad smile tugged at him. He nodded. "Well, y'know! I guess we have more in common that we'd like to admit, in a way... Living a life where you don't really know who to trust, right...

This reminded Owen of a certain Mightyena, in a way. He wondered how far the similarities went. Still, he couldn't hear him talking, and, tentatively, wondered of another Shadow could hear him instead. Wishkeeper loomed silently, perhaps interpreting for Owen. "Scared... and never happy," Owen...

"Nu-uh!" Cal immediately countered. "I found a bar where you can fight between meals. So it's not picking fights, it's entering matches! It's like a mini colosseum! Poffin goes there all the time." She didn't even answer the gardening question; the answer was clear.

"Gah--you're quite strong," Truffle complimented, though his Substitute remained, and it seemed like it could take another battering without too much trouble. "Do not think that I am weak from my age alone!" It seemed like none of the hits had actually struck Truffle or the Substitute. There...

"Maybe." Cal scratched her cheek. "What're you gonna do once they go, anyway? Diyem's still talking with the Overseers, or something. Figure I'm gonna be hanging around Cibus for a while, maybe. Help out with reconstruction. Maybe some forestry at the Tree of Life, get that back to good order?"

"I'm not really sure. Maybe yours will just fade... I think Mergo wanted his to stay around as a companion for his Void Eterna, or something. Still..." He sighed. "It's probably a risk anyway for you, if you don't find a way to make peace with him. Doesn't look like he's very happy anyway..." He...

Owen frowned, looking at the Shadowy Nate, then at Nate himself. "Are you sure?" he asked, glancing toward Destiny Village. "...Did you ever talk to Mergo, by any chance? I talked with other me about him. Did you know that a Shadow of his still exists in other Cibus? Not a mirror of him... but...

Owen frowned, shaking his head. "I'm probably the most likely to forget everything for a long, long time, Nate. You'll be long dead and floating in some Overworld place by the time I remember anything here, if I had to guess. So... If you want me to help sort out whatever's going on here..." He...

Leg hissed, but she knew this would be coming. She already got to work repairing the disguise--it wasn't too much damage to it, after all--but there was a worrisome glint in her eyes at the same time, as if she was ready to pull something soon... Truffle, meanwhile, was muttering a few arcane...

To this, Cal smirked back. "Then I hope I get to find out if the same is true where Dad's from. He has a lot of optimism, but... well, it's not like that's answered the same way like it is here." She sighed.