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"Mm..." Cal looked up, thoughtful. He'd ignored everything else that she'd said. Was that because he was repressing it, or because it wasn't worth his time? One way or the other, there wasn't any point in her pursuing that, it seemed... "I guess," she finally said. "Keeping an eye out for...

Chapter 112 – From a Flower One last Hydro Pump for good measure, and Zena was certain that she’d warded Dark Matter away. With an angry huff and a defiant glare, she slithered only a little away from the tree that Owen had become to make sure the false Goodra was truly leaving town. Zena...

"You don't have happy memories?" Cal probed. "...I mean... I'm just saying... out of all the worlds, everyone here, yours is the only one that's hopeless, with only two dead options, and that's it? I just... don't see how that adds up, man. Especially after you mentioning that something about...

"Mm." Cal looked off. "I guess I have something a little different. Like, it kinda boils down to don't give up, I guess, if you simplify it, but... How come you consider yourself so exceptional?" She glanced at Bahamut.

"Aww, that's boooring! All you guys are doing is setting up?! I bet I can do better than that! Watch this! I bet you don't even have this attack prepared, but I know you have it!" "Sword, focus!" Shield warned. "Get an attack in! This isn't going to go easily!"

Cal frowned, thoughtful, but she knew nothing about it. She didn't really know how Bahamut's world operated, or why it worked the way it did, or the very nature of that world. "You might be right," Cal said, "but I don't really know if... that's everything there is to it, either. But... you...

"O-oh." Cal winced. That... Right. "...Fuck," Cal mumbled. "It's not... fair at all." She squeezed her fist a little, then looked off. "Can't feel happy... lost your family... lost your worlds..." She thumped her tail.

"I dunno..." Cal curled her tail. "It's hard to tell, sometimes. The memories I have are kinda foggy there." She glanced at Bahamut, frowning. "Well... if you can't remember ever being happy... Is there anything y'want anything for, y'know, for anything? ...Uh. Sorry. Dad's helpfulness might be...

Sword was punching the air again, doing uppercuts and kicks and tail slaps. She shifted between Charmander and Mew forms, getting very good at that, before finally settling on a form that mimicked Starr. She blew a kiss toward Brisa. Incineroar went over his usual theatrics, the one that...

Owen paused. "...Well... I think it might be depending on how society works, but it isn't the standard for how Charizard think. See, it's kind of like... it's always in the back of my head. Fighting, combat. Weak points, vital spots... It's annoying sometimes. And I'm worried that the way I look...

"Well, maybe Owen could, then. He's half your size. And I'm half his size. So. y'know." The false Charizard flapped her wings a little, then stretched. She settled down and sighed. "...Something about talking to you calms me."

"...But can I?" Cal asked.

Cal shrugged. "I heard he and Karat are off on some kind of vacation getaway. Do you think he just carries his core around to sightsee? ...If you're just a core, would I carry you around to sightsee?"

Owen nodded. "Maybe she didn't want to because she wanted to blend in? I remember hearing a little about the world you're from--well, no. Where your memories are from. It sounds awful. I don't know if I'd be happy if I had to be careful about fighting... And I think I'd be even more nervous...

"I mean, Deoxys came from space," Cal remarked. "Maybe Pop is just good at defense when it's not... five-powers-combined superpowered world-eaters clashing at the same time, y'know?"

"Right, right..." Cal seemed to understand that much, at least. "Maybe I can look into that in case something ever happens here. Like, if this planet blows up, or I outlive it, or something. Meditating until I land somewhere interesting..."

Cal frowned. "Wow... So you really did all that, huh? That's kinda incredible, when you think about it. I know you don't want to be called a god or anything, but, you know, depending on the world and its definitions... If your universe doesn't have reality-warping people--aside from that...

"It might be," Owen said. "In my world, Pokemon have taken up roles similar to this one, and there aren't any humans in it, either. I don't know what path they took from an evolution perspective, though. Maybe the battleheart gene died out when the need for battle did. OR, it was no longer...

"The planet with the monks? Is that where you learned about meditation and stuff, too? I forget where Owen picked up his techniques... Maybe someone like you. Funny how that works."

"That makes sense," Owen said; the hit connected and Wishkeeper seemed impressed. Perhaps he could get more elaborate with his movements and feints, too... As Wishkeeper continued, Owen remarked, "Where I'm from, only some Pokemon are like that. It's sort of an informal thing, but they're...