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"I see..." Pansit write more notes down. "You really do follow that hope, don't you? I think Pop would be proud." More scribbles, then a nod. "I wonder if your world works with something similar."

"Ugh... y-you think... that's all I got?!" Soda's voice echoed from all around, striking Dave several times, but the attacks were feeble. He was all out of sorts. Despite increasing his defenses, it seemed like Soda was having trouble keeping up with offenses. Meanwhile, Flesh could tell that...

Pansit mirrored the solemnness and nodded. "It will be a challenge, but you can handle it," she said. Then, she looked at her notes, flipping through a page, before asking, "Well, here's a question for you... Among the team, it seems that you seem to have some of the greatest fears during...

Pansit nodded. "It sounds as if you have some experience with similar powers that you've dealt with here," she remarked. "Is that true?"

"Oh, I see..." Pansit nodded. "That's true. The rumor is that several of Team Spectrum are actually heroes of their own world, in some small way or large way... Looks like what happened here was great training, though! In fact, if there was one thing you could tell yourself back home, what would...

That made Owen's flame burn bright, and he quickly looked away for modesty. "Y-yeah. Thanks," he said. On the surface it seemed like he was almost dismissing it, but Brisa knew him well enough to tell that it had really affected him. "I hope he gets that kind of support back home," he said. "I...

"Yeah..." Owen sighed. "I hope the me here went, at least. It seems like he really needed it. Back in my world, Wheat was really nice, and I think he's the same here, too." He finished the second burger, contemplative. "Glad that he could find you, too. You seem really nice. You were there...

"Catching up..." Owen nodded, walking down the path again. "I guess we do, huh. I mean, I hardly know anything about you, but I bet you know a lot about me. And... like I said, I'm older than that Owen by a few months. I think I know exactly when he's from... And a lot changed since then."

The illusions faded away, instead revealing two figures standing next to one another, and Flesh back in the open. The Substitute was probably going to guard against the hits to Soda, but perhaps they could still find a way to break through... "Turtling up?" Soda taunted. "That's hardly your...

"I think I missed the innuendos again," Owen mumbled. "I think the excitement of meeting new people made me regress..." He sighed. "I guess it was nice to feel that again, though. Er, well, since your Owen is at my place... I guess I can have that picnic with you guys instead?"

"Oh, so this must not be too different in essence, now is it!" Pansit laughed, nodding. "Rescuing people is probably different from rescuing a whole world, but, really, there was probably some search and rescue here too."

"Um. Manaphy went back home." Owen grinned sheepishly. "...I probably should have known we'd try to sabotage each other. Can't even trust myself anymore..." He sighed. "Still! Good to meet the people that other me met, I guess. He said a lot of good things about you two."

"...Brisa."

"Charizard's cool," Owen replied matter-of-factly.

"Starting to think I didn't warn him, either..." Owen flapped his wings once. "I guess it's nice to be at a normal size again, at least... It's supposed to wear off by the evening or so. ...Called in a favor from Manaphy to try it."

"What innuendo?"

"Of course I'm Owen!" definitely Owen said definitely and defiantly. "I'm the bigger, older, stronger Owen, too! ...S-so, yeah." His wings drooped. "Spectrum Owen. We, uh. We got bored one day and decided to... experiment a little."

"Of-of course it does! Turning people into apples is a pastime where I'm from!" Owen added with insurmountable confidence. "...And... it'll all go back to normal later, anyway." Wishkeeper, back me up here, do something spooky. You're on your own. "So you better not slight me, or I'll... turn...

"N-not what I thought of," Owen said quickly, "it's what happened." He had to dig in, had to cover, couldn't change the story now. "He... turned me into an apple with some magic he stole from a Psychic in town... because we had a rivalry. So then my ghost possessed him and I ate his soul. Uh...

"I, uh--" Owen paused, trying to think of the various excuses that he could pull together. There were a lot of options, all of them subpar, but he only had a second or two before Ben would become more suspicious. In the end, he had to cover for it, make certain that Miracle Owen's cover wouldn't...