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"Oh, dear, I certainly hope so. It's been so strange trying to sort through my thoughts..." He sighed. "Thank you. I won't be able to help you during the fight in the Worldcore, but... do try to save Sword and get her out of there. I think after that happens, things will go back to normal... Er...

It was one of the other floors, and Buffet was curled up in a little resting position in the corner of the room. He looked a little different, with slightly more orange scales and that flame on his tail was still there. Most curiously, Buffet's eyes had turned a striking blue. "Oh, Cynthian!"...

"A team name, huh?" Cola repeated, looking giddy from all the prospects of being their own little team. "I know. I know. How about we get me, you guys, and Soda together and we'll call ourselves... Team Usurpers! Because we're gonna punch God!"

Red shook his head. What more could he provide? He supposed there was his time under Giovanni's control. It was so surreal. He felt as if he'd been fighting alongside a partner, or that it was just the right thing to do. Now that he was free of that corruption, it all seemed so wrong...

"I'll watch 'em," Soda said, frowning. "But it's probably just because he has the hots for Maple and she doesn't really return it." But it was still worth keeping an eye on. Love could make people do crazy things, including treason. His name, though. Soda pondered it, tapping his cheek. "Well,"...

"Bean's the one person I'm not gonna be able to spy on," Soda replied flatly. "He has multiple bodies worldwide. If he's a spy, he's impossible to track because he's in ten different places at once. Just won't work... So you talk to him if you like. Maybe bring Owen with you, ask if he's...

And to that, Wishkeeper ran a hand along his forehead in thought. "I suppose I should talk to Owen about that," he said. "He means well. But some things he cannot help. But I suspect such things will only dredge up old memories for Brisa, won't it? What Psychic does not reflexively glean the...

"Of course," said Wishkeeper, nodding. "Mm... so you're aware. Brisa doesn't seem to be. Owen has been unsure about asking Brisa about it. But it's plainly obvious." He hummed, thoughtful. "Owen plays innocent because he used to truly be that way. In some ways he is grasping onto that innocence...

"Hmmm..." Wishkeeper genuinely considered this. "Part of my old profession was knowing a great deal about those I spoke with. I suppose I can dip into that old habit... Not that Perceive keeps me bound to it regardless." He nodded to himself, though he looked like he was preparing to return to...

"That would be wise," Wishkeeper said. "She may have a distaste for therapists since they're mostly psychic, but there's no harm in airing the idea to her. Owen goes to one, after all, even here. I think it helps keep his feelings in check. Particularly the Blacklight ones." Wishkeeper...

"I see." Wishkeeper nodded. "I have no such manifestations. I am just large. Looming, imposing, intimidating. To keep others from bringing harm. Perhaps in a way I am what you wished to be, even though Owen in reality wants these wings to be to hold as many against his chest as possible." To...

Wishkeeper glanced down, gesturing to her chest wordlessly. He tilted his head.

"Hmph. Then perhaps we have that in common." Wishkeeper crossed his arms, then his wings over those. "For a time, I was afraid Owen would lock me away. Only he can hear me, after all. I would be ineffective without him allowing me with his good graces. To push against the ideals he'd propped up...

Wishkeeper smiled a wry smile. "No bond cannot be broken," he said. "Not unless you share the same soul. It is natural to come together and drift apart. That is no reason to fear it. I represent, chronologically, the majority of Owen's existence. I know what it means to love, to lose, and to...

"Of course," Wishkeeper said with a relenting shrug. "There are many creeds and philosophies that value the lack of suffering by virtue of a lack of bonds. And to some, it is a peaceful life, one with few disturbances. But Bahamut is acting in that way because of past traumas. He has become...

Wishkeeper's eyes dimmed further, now in deep contemplation. "To stop caring, to harden ourselves to the point where we no longer seek affection, no longer need it. To cast such feelings aside..." Wishkeeper hummed again, perhaps thinking about something only slightly related. "Yes, it is...

Wishkeeper looked Sombra over, letting out a small "Hm" of contemplation now and then. "What do you mean by that? To not want what you want? Is this the same as the trick of the body, where you are hungry and hungry yet what it really wants is water?"

Cola, emboldened a little, rose higher. "Y-yeah... yeah! I bet if the worst happened, maybe Soda could hide me in one of his illusions, or... or I can hide in one of you, or something! Then Pop won't be able to get me ever!" Feeling more secure, he tapped his hoof on the ground and declared, "I...

Red knew for sure that the Giovanni they were dealing with now and the one that had been at the dying Tree was the same. But the Tree... had already been that way when they'd arrived. He seemed to be thinking about this as he showed Astrid more of the pictures--quite a few of them. There was a...

"Tch..." Soda had told Dave not to ask about that, but apparently he was still oh-so curious about it. "I'm not gonna let Shield lose his partner," he said simply, in a low tone, as he looked into his empty glass.