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"Yeah..." Cal brought her knees to her chest. "He says that I shouldn't badmouth you too much just because you have a different perspective. Because maybe even if it's totally different, I could still learn something from it. And since we're working together, we can also try to understand each...

Cal huffed, flicking her tail at him again. "Yeah, I guess I don't want to erase my memories, either." She looked down. "Because I don't really know what I'd be if I just took away... how I started off, either. It's weird to think about." Prodding at the snow, she added, "...Maybe Owen was right...

"Rrgh..." He tried to stand, taking Astrid's paw before belching some remaining Shadows from his system. "You are in... Destiny Village... of Cibus..." He looked, in a strange way, deflated. Literally. "Do you remember me speaking with you about a world in danger? ...That. You have been dormant...

...No. Diyem had suddenly looked darker than usual, like he was covered in ash. Spirals of darkness wrapped around his body and he grew at least three times his size. Not again--not here, why now? Diyem made a groaning noise and fell under the table, curling into a tight ball. By now several...

Cal took the ball, testing its weight, squeezing it where she could. "...Stop hanging out with Owen, huh? I guess I do go around a lot, but I talk to him all the time in, you know, the telepathy thing. He's nice to talk to. And, I mean, it's... comforting." Her embers flickered. "I guess in a...

The ball smashed into Cal's face, caving it into her shoulders. Her head popped back up and the ball rolled back to Bahamut. "...I guess not," she finally admitted. "Some of these memories that I have are... I can't shake them off. None of it happened to me. They're all fake. But... it's still...

"I'm not--" She was. With a sigh, the Charmeleon Shade looked into the pine forest's depths, where it was too dark to see much more. "...I've just been thinking about... him dying and all that. And him coming back. But it... when he died, that, the connection I felt with him, it just...

Pop chuckled a little at that. "That's true, in an unintuitive way... He and I are the same, but he doesn't really feel that. We cannot quite feel each other. Not yet. Perhaps... we can find a way to compromise. Meditate together over time to become more in sync, to the point where perhaps...

"...It's weird, but I don't really know if he'd take offense," Cal muttered, leaning her back against the tree trunk. "Aside from the doom and gloom you have going on, I think he still looks up to you a little. OR at least, you know, sees your merits and stuff. I was ranting to him about... uh...

"Gh..." Cal crossed her arms and looked away. "...Ngh..." she marched to one of the trees and sat down, bringing her tail in front of her to stare at the flame. "...You're just like Dad," she finally muttered. "He literally told me the same thing."

"I know that," Cal said, looking off. "I'm just... ugh, what do you care? Why are you going all psychologist on me, anyway? I..." Her flame grew, but then dimmed. "...Never mind. Sorry." And like that, all the wind had suddenly been taken from her nonexistent wings, like she'd remembered something.

Cal flinched, looking herself over, then scowled. "What of it? Not everyone can look cool like you, y'know, mister 'I change forms like humans change clothes.' Like, what is this, your fourth look?" Cal didn't comment on the fact that she, too, could probably change her appearance on a whim if...

"If Cola were to go to the Tree now...?" Pop repeated. "Hmm... If I had to guess... he would restore his power, and then come to Destiny Tower to finish the job Joule could not." He nodded. "Considering you came here to ask me these questions for him... I'm certain he is not happy with the way...

Logging a lot of writing, and also beta reading Amby's incoming chapter. The latest chapter that I published is 5548 words long. Everything above has been logged.

The snow crunched under Cal's amorphous feet. After what had happened at Destiny Tower, Owen's aura had faded so much that he had to return to Diyem. As hasty as it was, Cal was at least able to give him a proper goodbye this time, and maybe he'd be summoned again later. Still, being in Destiny...

"Not at my best," Pop admitted. "I would still have some of me missing. I would need to work together with Cola to be at my best." "And, um, when you say work together, you don't mean that literally, right?" Cal asked nervously. Pop chuckled a little. "In the same way a team works together,"...

Perhaps. Or perhaps they still don't believe us and are merely playing along. Can we really tell? Diyem snorted, taking a bite out of the first chicken wing, crunching the bones like it was a normal thing to do. ...We should prepare for everything. The worst. And then some.

"What I'd do...?" Pop asked. "Well... Cola and I share the same spirit. We are two halves of a whole. Neither of us will be at our strongest unless the two parts become one again." He tilted his head, trying to look at them, but couldn't quite make it. Instead, he went on, speaking slowly and...

Xerneas... Guardian of the Tree of Life. Some call him the very manifestation of it, in a sense. If there is anybody who would want be gone, it would be him. We would need to be very careful. I do not know what he is capable of in this world on his own... Usually, he is known for strengthening...

Diyem visibly twitched when Astrid nearly said her name, but he masked it well. He must have just been taken by surprise. There's a lot of it, Diyem said. It's raw and readily accessible. And I am most familiar with it because I'd drawn from it before. You could say that I have a history with...