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Maple nodded, making one great leap to get onto a seat far too large for her. She crossed her legs and nodded. "I heard. I spoke with the Hydreigon Blade within me--my other half--about the matter. That memory was sealed with him. I've been meditating so we can return to form."

Maple frowned. "No," she said. "This form is easier to get around town with. My true form is no secret; I can just enter shops properly this way. In this form, it is also easier for me to recover quickly, similar to Chip's findings when Pokemon reside within those capsules."

Maple opened the oversized door. She looked up, holding her tail as usual, and waved with her free hand. "Bahamut," she greeted, and then stepped aside so he could enter. "You caught me at a convenient time. Nobody's home at the moment. Joule is sightseeing while I recover; he gets restless."

Owen raised a scaly brow-ridge at the mention of talking with Dave. Out of everything, that seemed to stick out to him. Still, Mia probably wouldn't have much insight over that aside from the fact that things made sense. "Have you ever wondered why anyway?" Owen asked. "I guess, with how often...

[Pop > S0urdough]: That part of Sword was already destroyed from the Worldcore. That piece of Eternatus is currently under study in Chip's lab; there is no longer any core remaining within Sword herself. In terms of interacting with Eternatus energy in that way, Sword is not at risk. --...

[Shield > Team Spectrum]: Hey everyone. I don't think I've talked with you guys before, but I think I wanted to let you guys know about something. While we were fighting in the Colosseum, Sword remembered one last thing about what happened just before Telum was destroyed. I think it has some...

"Come on, Sword," Shield offered, helping her with a lean. They seemed to be leaning against one another for mutual support. "Time to rest at home." "I'm gonna watch... all of the other fights from home for a bit," Sword muttered. "That's a good idea," Shield said gently, and soon, the arena...

"...Mm." Diyem didn't like that. "We will have to talk about that later when you're older." Assuming Bahamut didn't find some way to be rid of this one in the future, which was another point of concern... "Either way," Xerneling said, "I think I'm going to find a place to... recover myself. Or...

"What are things you like?" Owen asked. "Do you know why you like them? Sometimes I don't know. They're just things I enjoy. Well, maybe if I think about it, I can find the reason."

"Because now there's something to call what I look like instead of just not knowing what it is at all," Owen said. "When you give something a name, it feels a little more familiar. Like you can understand it more, because society has enough knowledge that they can recognize it as something."

Sword grumbled, sand and dirt getting into her fur. She puffed a cloud of Blacklight fire, then glanced at Shield, who was sitting up, looking woozy. "We gave it our all, but it just wasn't enough..." Shield sighed. "You guys have been getting stronger and stronger..." "Bullshit Dark God...

"No," Diyem said. "I was referring to you all... Which was an unexpected piece of news to me as well, at first..."

"Right," Karat said. "Thank you." It was curt, but it was also genuine. He turned around and looked like he was about done talking with them. Still, at least he wasn't blasting them away...

"Tch. It's not him." Karat shook his head. "...But it's probably someone a lot like the one who saved me. I'll concede that much. I'm not interested in seeing someone who is only like the person who saved me. That 'Red' is long dead, by age if anything. Still... If you want a chance at freeing...

Karat frowned. "...He did. Why?"

Karat closed his eyes, thinking back. He made a humming noise that had an ethereal rumble to it. "He was a boy. A boy that seemed older than he really was, with a powerful aura swirling around him, like he was a Legend in and of itself. He didn't speak, and yet... I seemed to know precisely what...

"Mewtwo..." Karat hummed, looking like the initial topic had passed. "Giovanni... yes. I know about him. But that was a long, long time ago, and the one I was under is long dead. The only thing I really know is... I did not know, for the early part of my life, that I could do other things...

Karat's tendril-fingers wrapped around themselves, clearly showing some form of pensiveness. "I'll consider it," he said, looking at a nearby tree. "Some alone time would be nice so I can... continue to acclimate. But maybe in a few days, I'll... look into that."

That got a reaction out of Karat. A subtle one, but one that, out of everything, was perhaps the largest one. "...Karat enjoyed fighting. We enjoy fighting together. That hasn't changed. But... we do not think that is going to be feasible now. It will only... draw attention."

Wishkeeper eyed Owen, whose eyes were practically sparkling. "...I now have to deal with my dominant half raving about this 'cool new title' he apparently has. Bahamut was right. I've become a child." "Ohh, it's just a little levity!" Owen couldn't stop grinning. "Besides, doesn't it sound...