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Zygarde continued down the road, taking a few minor turns, and it became rapidly apparent where he was heading after one last turn. It narrowed down the odds and paths familiar to Team Spectrum, and it was too specific in these offshoot roads to be anything else. Zygarde was heading to Diyem's...

TELL ME EXACTLY WHERE HE IS, NOW. D-Diyem! It's okay! Just check their badges! They're in Central Crossroads, so... There was a long silence. Diyem wasn't speaking to them. Diyem? Cal spoke up. They're heading to Rocky Road. Diyem's badge is there, too.

That's weird, Owen said. Do you think maybe that's Sprout? The Incineroar? Maybe all Zygarde just act that way or someth-- Where was he going. Now. Answer.

Zygarde continued along for a while, but stopped again when the pair kept pace. He stared at them again, expression completely unmoving. Then, he raised a paw and made a gentle flick with it. From what seemed like nowhere, a strange device appeared. It resembled a badge. He looked at it while it...

Zygarde stopped walking and turned his head, staring at them. No pupils, no smile, no expression whatsoever. They didn't even flicker or dim. Then, just as expressionless, he turned ahead and continued walking.

Another similar scream sent Brulee tumbling back again, and then once more he rose from the ashes of his own feathers completely renewed. But the flames sputtered around him, little embers dancing and fading more than usual. "S-so maybe you're... stronger than I thought," Brulee said. "That's...

There were a lot of Pokemon milling about Destiny Village as usual. Dill and Saltriv got glances now and then, as well as nods and a strong sense of recognition. Saving the world tended to do that, after all. There was indeed a Zygarde in the streets. He walked with purpose. This one appeared...

"Gyaaaah!" Brulee went flying back, skidding along the sand, before trembling his way back up, puffing. "N-no. Getting taken down once... is just the start! I'm... not finished yet!" "Rising from electrified ash, Brulee is good as new!" Incineroar said. "Will Brisa be able to outpace the...

Brulee opened one eye, then both. That hurt, yes, but... He was expecting a much harder strike. He shook it off, breathing a sigh. "A-alright, if that's how you're going to do this..." He spread his wings. "Don't say I didn't warn you!" He didn't remember if he actually did. Brulee rushed...

"So that's your game, is it?" Brulee said. "Fine! I guess that means I'll just have to get through you first!" Then came a flurry of blows, merciless and unyielding, as the skies seemed to get brighter... Brulee looked like he was bracing for something painful. He knew what came next. He'd...

Brulee laughed a little. He seemed... jollier than before. Maybe the stress of Meringue and his mentor being in trouble--his mortal brother--had gotten to him. But now, he was cheerful, beaming, even. "I figured you'd challenge me next," he said. "Don't forget that I'm ahead of my brother on...

Owen chuckled a little without realizing it. "Almost out of time," he repeated to himself. "Yeah..." Cal shifted a little, leaning against the much larger Charizard. "It'll work out," she said. "I'm ready. I'm more worried about the fight." "I'm not," Owen said, pulling Cal close with his...

Owen blinked, not looking at Seyka, but once again trying to figure out if the strange Skarmory was joking or not. Metal birds. Always so hard to read. "I'll, uh, think about it."

"Uhh, I don't think I can do that," Owen said. "Turning into a tree and stuff has been pretty important for the fights lately." "You do look prettier like that," Cal remarked idly.

"Some vacation sounds nice, huh, Dad?" Cal jabbed him with her elbow. "Yeah," Owen replied, laughing. "Yeah, some vacation... Can't wait for that one. Maybe I'll take an off day."

Owen frowned. "I don't know. Maybe it's nobody's responsibility but my own if I choose to reconcile." Cal had gone quiet for a lot longer than usual. He brought his tail around her, pulling her close. "But knowing when it happens has been a lot better." "I hope you can find Remi again," Cal...

"Well, I ate my own head by accident once," Owen said, nodding. "But, uh, I don't think I ever forgot that one. But there are some things that are... hard to remember. Like past relationships that you left behind and they never knew why, and..." Owen's voice trailed off, flame dimming rapidly...

Owen nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I guess that's true, huh... Even if I forget, I'm still, you know, me. I didn't forget... everything." He smiled a little, flame burning a few steps brighter. "I kind of wish I could think that way more easily, Seyka. Maybe it would've helped me keep a cool head...

"Oh, uh, well, I mean, I do get paid," Owen said. "The pay is actually pretty good. I don't usually know what to spend it on, and, uh, the amnesia every few years can also mess with my finance tracking, so I end up donating a lot of it to community causes anyway..."

"Good luck," Diyem muttered, turning around. "He's the Zygarde. He is difficult to miss if you walk around town. I'm not in the mood to speak with him. Your words should be enough to get an answer."