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"Hey, hey, what's the serious face for, eh?" Soda made an open shrug, like Dave was clearly thinking too much into things. "Sometimes I do things on a whim! It's no big deal. Hey, so what else are you here for, anyway? Wanna join up? Come with me and you can help out a little."

Owen nodded. "Anything to help save Cibus, right?" His tail knocked against the ground and he stretched. "Speaking of which, though, I think we should probably start getting some final preparations done..."

"Who knows, I dunno. Just seemed like I had some excess power and slapped that onto him for safekeeping. Maybe he woulda gone big and you would've had to figure out how to take'm down. But hey, you know his fighting style inside and out, so I bet it woulda worked out alright."

"Hmm, hmm... This is definitely an interesting way to spend time, Brisa!" This wasn't a large crowd like usual, but there were still a few interested onlookers for this particular fight. Standing in the middle of the arena were two fighters. Brisa, of course, but also Corviknight Toffee, the...

For some reason, in the background, Pansit was taking picture after picture of Brisa and Starr before flying away.

Owen nodded. "That might be the plan. Actually, maybe I can do that right now. Hey, Diyem?" Owen looked skyward, which earned a few uneasy glances from nearby patrons. By now they knew about Owen, but... it was still a little odd for their heroes to be talking to the sky. The rest, thankfully...

"Aww, c'mon, it would've been great," Soda said with another toothy grin. "Besides, nothing I coulda done about that, and if I told you, he probably woulda gone--hey, wait a sec, how'd you find out about that, anyway?" He leaned forward with interest. "He already snap?"

Owen nodded. "I think they'll figure something out... And maybe I can find a way to describe to you guys what it feels like. If Xerneas is even there, at least... That's all just one big guess." He leaned forward, not realizing how much he loomed over Nate. "Do you think Joule might be able to...

"Xerneas," Owen corrected. "...But... I don't really know. I feel like my power would be helpful deep in Maple's Voidlands, but I could also try protecting Diyem. I heard that Bahamut also needs a lot of Radiance to get things going, and if I'm constantly helping Bahamut, I'll be tapping into my...

"That's true," Owen admitted. "But we'd need to find a way to share that 'feeling' with others. Maybe Bahamut knows a thing or two about shared experiences, or maybe we can ask some other powerful Psychic to share something like that, you know? Er, I'd ask Karat, but..."

"...Well, I mean. I'm pretty familiar with what they feel like now," Owen said with a tinge of darkness to his voice.

"...He might have copied it or something," Owen said. "But Buffet knows a thing or two about spirits, and he seems confident that Xernatus isn't Xerneas, or doesn't, you know, contain him. He's someplace else. Or maybe he's... No, Bean would have told us if that happened..." Owen hummed...

Owen shook his head. "I should have spoken up about Soda sooner. The fact that I couldn't read him. But maybe I was just... I don't know. Maybe that was Mewtwo's influence keeping me quiet... Or that's just what I'm telling myself. I don't think I should shift blame like that." Owen didn't seem...

Owen was too far away to hear them, but in the stands, he was excitedly talking with a few other random audience members about it, miming a few of the battle moves that had been done by the fighters while finishing entire hot dogs in one bite.

Owen smiled sadly. "...Yeah. Yeah, some of the things I remembered are... painful." He sighed. "Mostly people I've left behind. Or who left without me. A lot of people I just forgot about that are long gone, no matter what I want to do now. And... I don't think Diyem is going to let me take...

"I do," Owen said with a little laugh. "It's... I'll be honest, it's surreal to not have any gaps in there anymore. Back home, I was used to that hazy feeling or blank spots in my head. I thought it was just... normal, subconsciously. Now that I can remember everything, or, you know, as much as...

"Made him tick, huh..." Soda hummed and leaned back ."Aaah, that's all boring stuff. D'you really think it matters anymore? I already won. I beat that Mewtwo guy to the punch. He tried to race me by splitting himself up but I'm the Substitute master here. Sure, I'm a little weaker, but nothing...

"We might have learned more, but he also wasn't responding to anything. And touching him... You might have gotten the same kind of possession I had. That would be trouble..." He rubbed his chin, thinking. "But S'more... That's true. Something about him is different. And S'more isn't exactly...

Silence followed, but it was a contemplative one as Owen tried to sort through what he knew. "...I think... we should assume that Blacklight Mewtwo was never holding back, or if he was, it was because there was no chance that he'd be able to get through us when he needed to. If we work off of...

"Deoxys, huh?" Soda tapped his chin. "Lots of sunlight if you want to go the slow way. Or give him a host body, usually something powerful. Karat offering? I feel like he wouldn't mind sharing a body for a few years. And he's got the chops to survive the process, easy."