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Yellow was skeptical. There was still some unhinged madness, maybe a touch of it, in his eyes that he wasn't aware of. But it seemed that Dave had made enough of an impression on Prime that it carried over to Yellow. "Fine," he muttered. "Bring him here if you want."

"Then ask yourself," Fugu said, parrying the blows, "what it is that you truly are looking for. Think back to what made you happy, to give you this want... because power is not what you were looking for. Ascending is not what you were looking for!" A beam of water narrowly missed Brisa's face...

"Then that is your price," Fugu said, catching an electric ball at the tip of her blade before redirecting it into the wall. She propelled forward on jets of water and went for a powerful thwap with her forelegs. "The finality and nihilism of your time here! But you aren't satisfied still. What...

"Do you think that is reason enough to deserve it? Saving the world in exchange for power? What more must you pay to deserve it, Brisa?" They clashed, blade against claw, and pushed against one another. Fugu narrowly avoided sparks flying along her blade before rushing for another flurry...

"A shortcut with a price," Fugu said with a bite to her tone when she blocked the first volley of attacks. Each day that passed, Brisa became stronger and stronger, but even still, Fugu was able to keep up. "It's no secret that this rapid growth comes with a short life. Your days here are...

"Muddled," Fugu repeated, and then the rough sound of her blade snapped them to attention. Like before, the desk slid to the side. "Perhaps you are speaking too carefully for yourself. We shall see... what you think in battle. Are you ready?" Fugu was already in her usual defensive stance.

Buffet isn't sure; word of mouth can do strange things, especially when they have a resident junior Overseer among their ranks in the form of Bean. He doesn't seem too concerned about it, and wonders openly if such a story is common due to how influential humans can become. Mellow herself is...

And once again, Yellow seemed to close his eyes, almost like he was trying to block out what Dave was telling him. But he had no choice but to listen at this point. His brow was furrowed, and then he shook his head. "I'm... staying here," he said. "I'm supposed to stay by the Tree. That's, like...

"...My son." Diyem rolled the words in his mind. "Mmmh. Perhaps so, in a twisted sense. How appropriate that my offpsring would kill the Lifebringer, after all this time." He sighed, rubbing his temples. "...I will consider it. The first order of business would be to find him. And the second...

"I'll never forget her," Yellow said with a hint of venom, but the potency was going down. "...You don't look like you're lying. But maybe you're just wrong. I know damn well what I'm trying to do here, and I bet Green at least told you that much."

"Rrgh." Diyem looked away, scowling. "Enough positivity. You'll give me hives." There was a beat of silence, then, as he ran his claws along Toast's back. It made a crackling sound and Toast purred. "...But... thank you, too. For humoring me."

It was hard to tell what Xernatus thought about it all, but it was at least enough that he tolerated Koa staying for a while. He was hesitant to take on burgers or other mortal meals... but maybe that would be worth trying later. Maybe a lot of it would be worth trying. By the time it got later...

He trembled with something between rage and grief, but at least a few of Dave's words got through to him. Just enough that he wasn't going to attack again, not unless provoked, perhaps. "Then how'd you do it?" he asked. "How did you convince... another one of me to tell you something like...

"Of course you would," Xernatus said, somewhere between annoyed and grateful. "It's... it's a lot. It's a lot for me to think about. I'm... tired. But I'll think about it." He looked at the splintered and ruined tree. "I'll think about... my choices."

"...You can't change the past," Diyem repeated, "but you can stop living it." The dark Charizard pondered those words, as well as everything else Nate had said. It was odd to see Diyem think so deeply; he didn't seem to... blink, when he did. Only stare; the only sign of true movement from him...

"I don't... really know what sort of name I should have." Xernatus looked down. "I think... I--I need time for... something like that. I've spend... well, 'spent' so much time as Xerneas, I don't know what I would go by otherwise. But... but to help out against... the Tree?" Xernatus looked...

A long time passed in that cold silence, punctuated occasionally with Xernatus making little sniffles or shifting his weight. He occasionally mumbled about being undignified, or letting himself go, or so many other things that he also wondered in the same breath if they mattered. But as that...

Xernatus flinched, looking at the tree, then Koa. "I..." His face--which was hard to read--seemed to scrunch up. "I don't... understand... I just don't..." And, finally, the serpent fell to the ground, making a sound between a squeak and a whimper. Confused and overwhelmed, no doubt, all he...

"Quite the opposite," Diyem replied with a cruel smile. "...Memories... deep, deep within me... within, perhaps, all spirits... are eternal. Experiences... the past... desires, thoughts... regrets, failures... they are all a long, long road that goes as far as you can see. And it goes onward...

"Oh, what's the difference?!" Xernatus shouted. "I used to think I was a god. How can a god have faith?! I have nothing. And I never will!" The wood creaked and cracked, and then, without warning, it collapsed entirely. The wood splintered and snapped as red energy coursed through it, and it...