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There was a flash of fear and doubt in Yellow's eyes. "Right, whatever." He looked away, saying nothing else, and went back to appearing neutral. "Good luck, I guess. Don't expect to be able to make him sane. Hell, you might even set him off..."

Wishkeeper frowned. "We were going to quietly approach Diyem about this with others who know--so, you, and Brisa, specifically. Perhaps he can help with this new information. But it might cause a panic if everyone finds out..." He sighed. "Right. We should get ready in case this does not go well."

What? Eterna energy? How? I would have detected it. What do you mean, Owen's got Eterna energy or something? Cal called back. Is he okay? What did you do?! Hush. Where are you? Brisa and Owen intended to speak with me a little later. I think I can have that be earlier, now.

Wishkeeper lurched forward and grabbed Bahamut's body and pushed it away with as much power as he could muster, instantly severing the connection. Owen did not stir; the massive Charizard was still in his meditative position. He looked between Bahamut and Owen, then drifted to him. "...What...

An abyssal blast and a blinding light enveloped the core at the same time. It roared and shrieked; the distortions shrank to half their normal size, and Owen followed up with a second one for good measure. The distortions were a lot smaller, now, so Owen narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms...

Owen nodded and tried to get into a battle stance. "I'm vulnerable after using my best Shadow attacks. We'll have to get away right after. One three..." The whole building was gone, but that gave them a clear shot to attack. "One... two... three!"

Two cries rang out. One Bahamut knew--it was of Owen, but it was filled with energy and defiance. The other Bahamut had only just met, filled with anger and fear, but then it died out. The light faded, and Owen, singed and burned, remained. But he pressed through the pain and darted toward the...

"That's how Substitutes work," Yellow said with a shrug. "Done it tons of times. It's really convenient, you know. Back when I did my spy gig, I'd get captured on accident now and then, and just..." He made a snapping noise that was much louder than it should have been. "Kinda fun actually."

The thing hissed and writhed, but by now Owen had it held firmly. He squeezed it and held it forward, but the way his eyes darted about, it was clear he couldn't see it. He was operating on Bahamut's guidance alone. "If I'm stronger, then I can take it," Owen shouted. "Shoot!" Y̡o̢u͟'ll͞ kill̛...

"Yeah, either that or the wrong person gets out first," Yellow explained. "Maple shouldn't be getting out. She's... well, I mean, look at her. If she gets out, Cibus is fucked. Eien's a lot more slow-moving. Maple has portals. As for what I'd do... the assumption is I'll die and the memories...

Owen yelped in surprise and tried to move away from the attack, but it clung too close. The blade grazed the creature and it hissed, trying to puppet Owen toward the blade to get hit by it instead. "Oh, no you don't--Bahamut, what is it? Do you see it?!" I can take a hit or two. It can't...

There seemed to be a presence wrapped around Owen's torso like a cloud, or a serpent. Something between the two. It was invisible to Owen, perhaps even to his Perceive, or specifically to Owen. Perhaps it had been implanted when he was most vulnerable. But little tendrils from this hazy thing...

Owen balled up his fists, brow furrowed. "I won't," he said. "I'm just... worried." It's going to backfire. What if it's sealed for a reason? The more memories I get, the less happy I become. What if I was better off ignorant? ...I can't do that. "I need to know the truth," Owen said to...

"Strength... power... control..." Owen gulped. I'm always outclassed. I'm surrounded by gods, here and at home. I'̕l̨l͘ ̴n̢e҉ver be in ͟c̴ontr͝ol. While hesitant, Owen did step a little closer, staring the box down. It did nothing to react, yet the air was gradually cooling around them. The...

At the remark of Joule, Yellow rolled his eyes and shrugged, as if the very concept that Joule could be the mastermind of anything was so far removed that he hadn't even considered it. And, the way Joule behaved, that was probably true. He was either the greatest actor in the multiverse, or he...

"No, not like that," Owen said. "People who are aged and experienced and have seen more and know more. That's all." The inner thoughts said nothing this time. It didn't look like Owen had omitted anything from his truths. Wait. Don't do it. Wait. "Um," Owen cleared his throat. "I--I've never...

Fugu smiled faintly. "Fighting may come naturally, but other things do not. And to get better, you can only try." But certainly Brisa knew that. Perhaps hearing it would make it easier.

"Well, Giovanni's all cooped up in a cell, so he's out," Soda said. "I'm up on the moon, so that's covered. All the other puppets are held up, too. Only person left that's got anything to do with all this Blacklight is in that tree." He motioned inside. "Eien's probably the source. Maple's...

Old person, old grudges. At least you admit it. I try not to hold grudges. It's not healthy. "Yeah..." Owen followed, frowning. "I guess even people like you can have... you know. Biases." That stick across worlds. That color your perceptions later. That make you stuck. If the world changes...

Yellow, once again, seemed to be growing agitated with the issue being pressed. He regularly dismissed and waved off Dave's concerns until the end, where he finally said, "Alright, alright, I get it. Yeah, it's fishy, but it still seems like my best option, y'got it? Besides, everyone else is...