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"Pretty much that second half. The main difference between what we do and what they do is we don't report to them or anything." Soda shrugged. "Never felt the need to since we're stronger on average, for one, and it'd just slow us down. Every now and then we have run-ins and they hem and haw and...

"If they have a leader, I don't know 'em," Soda said. "Fuck if I know what they did to Diyem. Maybe ask. He doesn't hold 'em in a very high opinion, though, since I don't think he's ever talked to Bean once. Heh..." He smirked. "Think he's in trouble?"

"Foolish," Diyem said, and it was hard to tell which part of Brisa's words he'd responded to. Perhaps it was both and he just never said it. "Worldcore... mm. Yes. Destroying it would probably do a few bad things to the world. Not irreversible, not unsalvageable, but certainly bad. Minor...

"Hmph. Well, let me give you another: All the relationships you intend to start here are not meant to last. Don't aim for anything long-term. Treasure the friendships you make, and... whatever." Diyem looked off. "It is foolish to declare your love for someone when your time here won't even...

"...Assuming we don't all die," Diyem said with what might have been a patient tone, "you will have the time to say your goodbyes before leaving. And until then, I expect a lot of us will be trying to reconcile the relationships being formed here that will ultimately end in returning to...

"Bah." Soda waved dismissively. "They're not. Like, ninety nine percent of them are Big Goodie Two Shoes whatever the fuck. Last one percent are rogue branches that probably get neutralized out or pushed out of the group because they aren't following their mission statement anymore. They...

"...Relationship advice," Diyem said with the deadest pan in all of Cibus. "With what specifically?"

Diyem swept his tail forward and walked a little awkwardly while he inspected it, but there didn't appear to be anything abnormal about it when he looked. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said flatly. "...But I will be careful."

"What are you talking about?" Diyem said, looking back. "Of course I'm not. I'm never in the right mind. Comes with the species." He continued down the road. The flame didn't flash again, but there was no way that had been a hallucination.

"Okay, so. Punishment dimensions. Ended up doing some Overseer work without actually being associated with 'em, since there was one world that was a pretty rough place thanks to mad gods. Did a bunch of liberating and, uh... Well that's how we met Flesh. He was being held captive there as...

Diyem stared at Brisa for a little while, then shook his head. "I imagine you have a natural fear of Psychics. If you want to speak with someone who isn't, there's Bean, and apparently there's also one named Fugu. Samurott. Far from being Psychic. But I don't know how much luck you'll have...

"Surpass me, huh?" Nutmeg growled. "Yeah, in your dreams..." "I'm immortal and you're not," Mew taunted Nutmeg, who growled back. Pita, meanwhile, raised a brow. "Really, the three of us at once?" "You'll lose," Mew said matter-of-factly. "But hey, your funeral, even if you get two others to...

"Hmmmh..." Diyem's tail swished, and suddenly the chef shouted something that caught Diyem's attention. He stood up. The food was ready, and he didn't want to have Xerneas waiting for too long. "Are you familiar with the therapist office in DV? Some of the best Psychics and otherwise in the...

"...Traveled forwards... mm. No. Dialga might sense something like that, wouldn't he?" Diyem shook his head. "I don't think Shield is from the past, or was flung into the future. I think he appeared without any 'time portals' at all. But how that happened... is even more enigmatic." Which...

"Something like that," Nutmeg said. "I don't really know what to make of it myself. Think of it like... I'm supposed to be the old Mew from ancient times. I have those memories. And Mew here's supposed to be my successor, but, like... an incarnation after me. I sorta downgraded, the opposite of...

"I don't doubt that," Diyem said. "But Silver's memories about anything to do with his involvement with Giovanni are apparently sealed. Well, involvement here, at least." But that only led to more incomplete answers, and sometimes even more questions. "I personally wished we were more careful...

"Well, I beat people up," Nutmeg said. "Pita over here's more of a defensive fighter, all things considered. And Mew... can't decide what she wants to do, so I think she just throws things randomly at the opponent until she wins." "And I do," Mew added proudly

"Something he's missing..." Diyem hummed again, trailing off as he rapped his claws along his thighs in thought. "What in the world could he be missing? What could possibly be missing for someone like him, who has the world in his hands? He obviously isn't asking for you to return that to him...

"You bet we do," Nutmeg said with a grin. "Mew over here's still learning the ropes on how to battle, but she's no slouch when she actually, you know, puts the work in." Nutmeg flashed a glare at Mew, who grinned devilishly and pulled down on her left eye. "There have been a lot of, uh, battles...

"Of course they aren't," Diyem said, looking half-defeated. "You can't contain something like that Mewtwo. It's dormant, awaiting some kind of... command., or signal. I have a horrible feeling any time I get near it, and not the sort I draw power from, either. And Giovanni certainly knows this...