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"You can talk to him yourself if you like," Cal said. "The one you know is a few months older than the one Nero knows, actually. Before... something happened to him in his world. But, you know, I've talked to other-him, younger-him. He's about the same, deep down. His Cal was... more an aspect...

"All right." Ionys held up his hands, sighing. His ghostly form was just slightly see-through, and Truffle watched him with concern. "Why'd you call me?" "...You've... passed on, then." "I mean. Sure. Not really has the same impact since I went and took on spiritual duties right away, but. I...

"No, that's not it," Owen said. "I'm in the same situation as all of you right now... Well, aside from Bahamut. But the difference is... back home, where I'm from... I'd lost my memories, too. A lot of them. And eventually, I got them back. All of them." He looked away. "But the difference is, I...

Owen thought about it, tilting his head, and then nodded. "I guess it is personal," he said. "I've been going around trying to find everybody to see if they're alright. If they're ready to go. It's personal because... I envy all of you for having this kind of opportunity in the first place, I...

There was a flash--very briefly--of a deep darkness in Owen's eyes, but then he smiled and it was gone just as quickly. "Well, think about it!" he replied cheerfully. "If you got your memories back, you'd think about how you wasted that time here, or something like that, you know? Things you...

"I guess so," Owen said, deciding that pursuing this line wasn't going to do any good if they couldn't agree on the premise. From this angle, at least. "Never know when they'll come back, though. Diyem said once the hero's aura fades, there's no telling when they'll come back. ...And there's...

"In a roundabout way," Owen said, nodding as he sat down. The sheer tremor would be nearly enough to knock Nate off of his feet. "It's pretty optimistic to think that you'll forget all your problems in a week. Possible, maybe... but not the only outcome we know of."

"...There is no telling how much will be remembered, and how much will carry over in some other way," Wishkeeper said. "This nihilistic view that everything here won't matter... is the lazy approach. The optimistic one." He loomed over them, but then disappeared into Owen with parting words...

"Nate..." Owen sighed. "I noticed you had a lot of trouble during that fight. That could have been a serious issue had Diyem not been guarding you... If we weren't combating our own darkness, Diyem had to cover for us. Takes a lot of energy..." "Perhaps he picked up on your slack, too,"...

Cal's embers flickered a little, looking at Bahamut. Then, to Destiny Tower, and then back at Bahamut. "...Well, anyway," she said, "I guess if you put it that way, it makes some sense... But people usually use it to say that, it wasn't their fault, something else made something happen, y'know...

"The will of causality..." Cal frowned, tilting her head. "That reminds me of something Dad once heard. That sometimes, things that happen are due to the will of greater powers, like Legends or gods. This 'causality' thing sounds like a force like a god." She leaned back ."Dad didn't like it. He...

"I guess so..." Cal hummed. "Maybe you're like Diyem, when he used to be, you know, the ultimate edgelord. I bet he already has ideas on how to help you out, maybe similar to what the Overseers did with him? ...Probably less painful since I don't think joy hurts you. Right?"

Hey kyeugh! This is a review for Blacklight, but once I learned that you were rewriting this anyway, I wanted to take a look at it too. I remember feeling that the old one was a little too grim and hopeless in tone for the first few chapters, so going into this one, I'm looking for something a...

Cal wasn't expecting to be right. "Oh." She filled the silence with more silence. Her ectoplasm jiggled--an indicator that she was about to say something--but then stopped a few times. Finally, "I mean, it's not your fault or anything. Dad's happy for you, too. I dunno if it's right to be mad...

"Guilt?" Cal asked, frowning. "Hmm... Well, I'm not as good at this as Dad is, you know, reading people... and Dad said you intentionally try to hide those things from him, too. I guess an alien expert would be better at this." She nodded at Nero. "...Being able to surpass Joule and Maple's...

"How come?" Cal asked, shaking her head. "You know, I think it's great that you're getting some of the credit for once. Almost a whole year of not being recognized, and now you finally get some acknowledgement! Not to mention, I heard there are a lot of kids already trying out that light sword...

"Just wanted to see how you were doing!" Cal replied, slithering under the chessboard again before frowning at the pieces going away. What, was he afraid that he'd be beaten by the undefeated chess player, Cal? "That was really cool of you, you know. Finding a way to reach out to the Blacklight...

"Well, I guess Ice Pokemon wouldn't," Owen figured, glancing back at Destiny Village. "But even then, it's still pretty cold here, so that's probably tolerable even here... Are you doing alright?" He looked Nate over, then eyed the bag with another tilt of his head. Compared to a few weeks...

It was too late; Nate had already been spotted and his fate was sealed. The rock figure moved and the water rippled, parting ways in a deafening roar and downpour. Salt water sprinkled all over the pair as the sun eclipsed from the leviathan's sheer mass. It sailed over them and landed heavily...

Black ooze slithered toward, under, and then past Nero and reappeared next to the chess board. The ooze abruptly grabbed all of the pieces and, in a flurry of motions, replaced them back to their starting positions before making the first move. Two golden embers for eyes squeezed out from under...