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Giratina smiled with the gleam in her eyes and walked out of the arena first, answering a few questions from Puff, Cream, and Pansit as usual before they moved toward the winners. She flashed a wave with her good wing at those in the Reverse audience and gestured outside, where she would likely...

That earned a little laugh and Owen glanced at Dave. "And what good will that do me?" he asked, tilting his head. "There's nothing I can do about it here by being unhappy about it. Right now, I've been focusing on meditating and planning out little things I could remind myself of. If it's a...

"I guess." Owen shrugged, thinking. "I've been through enough psychic manipulation to recognize the good kind." He thought about it. "I think I'm just more talkative in general, though... I didn't feel Wheat's manipulation to make me more talkative... I don't think therapy would work as well if...

"Wheat?" Owen asked. "I go in his room, he nods at me and stands behind his desk and asks me maybe one or two questions. Then I start talking and, I dunno. I just start talking. It's really easy to talk in front of him, even before he starts his Psychic aura." Owen looked up. "I feel like he...

"Must be a human thing," Owen remarked. "Or maybe I just like thinking less when I can afford it. I don't really know if that's all that healthy, but, you know. Working that out with Wheat while I have the chance..."

"I think I get that," Owen said. "I guess in a way, we both overthink a little, huh? That's kinda why sometimes I like to... stop thinking and go feral for a little while. Rip up some Substitutes. I'm happy when I do that. I guess human versions of that would be talking about random things, or...

"Ah, sorry." Owen looked away at that, nodding. "I'll lay off... Didn't think I'd get that into it. Just... a lot of people like you here, and they're probably a little worried about you, too. I think... I get what you mean. Not knowing how to be happy. Not knowing how to... do something that's...

"There you go again," Owen hummed, smiling sadly. "We didn't save everyone. And it's okay to mourn that... but I don't think they would want us to stay to that forever, when we also saved so much. And even though you listed all those things that we saved... you really don't sound very happy...

Owen nodded, and while it seemed like he was listening, it also seemed that he was intentionally trying to not push anything. "What are some things you're happy about?" he asked.

Another deep, pensive frown. "I don't know if anybody wants their lives to be worse," Owen said. "I mean, not unless they think they deserve it, but that's a whole different set of problems, I guess. But... I guess there's a difference between seeing a bad situation for what it is... and making...

One was dodged, as Giratina tended to do, but the rest of them struck and sent her spiraling back and against the ground. She yelped once, a black, spectral fluid from her wings spattering against the ground, making part of the ground float up and twist into something meant for the Reverse...

Owen blinked. "Huh? Just had me thinking." He glanced at Dave again, only briefly, and he seemed genuine. But an ancient creature like Owen could possibly not be genuine at all; there was no real way to tell, was there? "I guess it just has me thinking. My head's all scrambled, so maybe I don't...

Owen gave Dave a curious look just then. "Good home, good friends, good food. Didn't I just give a few reasons why I could be happy?" He looked away again, giving Dave that brief moment of respite that he wasn't being questioned in his own home. Now, Owen spoke more in a reminiscent way. "When I...

Owen shook his head. "Good home, good friends, good food, and the world is saved here. I'm happy for Cibus." Owen gestured vaguely to the air. "I'm going back home to somewhere that doesn't have a lot of those things. But if I was unhappy about how good Cibus was, even though my home isn't the...

Owen maintained his frown, looking skyward. "Yeah. And I have to return to my world, where I'll forget about how empowered I can be when not under someone else's control. Where the whole world's literally falling into a place like what Dark Matter tried--living and dead. And where everyone I...

Owen nodded idly, looking up. "Cibus isn't perfect, but it's got a lot of perks thanks to being in an era of peace. But just a few decades ago, it was a dangerous place where a Dungeon could twist your home and drive you mad. It's... complicated, when we've only been here for a few days. At...

Electricity crackled against the battlefield; flames licked at the distortion god's scales and spectral wings. Despite this, she endured it, barely standing, limbs buckling, as she let out a low, quiet hiss. "Did they do it?" Incineroar asked, checking the board. "No... they didn't! Giratina is...

Giratina seemed to be on another plane, but left a tiny outline in the field as she popped in and out of existence to sneak in a strike or two when she could. It was during those brief moments that the team was able to get some attacks in, and most of them seemed to connect very readily...

Giratina braced, expecting to be disabled for this volley, and yet she was narrowly able to shake off the Paralysis that had nearly taken her. She was sure it was going to hit on the next exchange, though. It was coming soon. She puffed. "I'll get a little more serious...! How about this?!"

"I guess that's true. Maybe normal is relative. Or maybe a better word is... common. Yeah, common. I dunno which type of world is more or less common, though..." He looked at the ceiling, thoughtful. "I guess it's nice, though. That things can still work out here. Not every world has that kind...