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"My team?" Silver asked, like he didn't realize what Nate was talking about. Then, as if delayed, he said, "Oh, right, my team." It was almost dismissive. "...Sure, let's see them. I don't really have anything better to do, and I'm not going to try to get in-tune with the moon again."

"The moon..." Cresselia trailed off. "I did feel like something was off not too long ago. Back when Joule was defeated. But that was really it, and I don't see anything strange about it right now. I thought that perhaps Joule had hit the moon? But... well, it's still intact. If it wasn't, that...

"Moon question...?" Cresselia asked, sounding like she had just woken up. "What's wrong?" Someone called from further away. Sounded like Darkrai. "Nothing," Cresselia replied in a whisper, and then it sounded like someone was shuffling around. Then, Cresselia spoke to Nate again, "What about...

Cola seemed unconvinced, those red circles narrowing as he inspected Lexx. "Then you have to make sure I'm okay," he said. "...But I dunno what you mean about his journals. I read through a lot and they're all boring." "Cola was meant to be the fragment Pop left behind," Palkia explained, "to...

"Right, Cresselia. She might know." Silver touched the part of his chest that had been burned. There was no wound, but he felt it. "...Nothing hit the moon, right?" he asked, drifting down the road before realizing he had no idea where Cresselia would be. "How do we find Cresselia?"

"A way to save the Tree... to save Eternatus, even? I... I don't know. This is a lot for me to take in." She looked down, steadying her breath, but at this point Joule felt that he no longer had to hold onto her. "I'll try. But I need time to... to process all of this. Everything feels as if we...

Maple looked like she had wanted to interrupt several times during their speeches, which despite how well composed they were, Maple had a feeling had not been rehearsed all that much, if at all. Joule holding her side, pulling her back down to think and listen and perhaps breathe, was what let...

"What? No! That's not how it'll happen at all!" Cola crouched down, his wispy tail going between his legs. "If Pop gains all the power, he's probably gonna erase me! I'll just be a tiny voice in the back of his mind! He'll think that... that 'Cola' was just a silly phase young-him went through...

"You're gonna revive that old fart before you make me next? He literally made me for replacing him! So, that means I should get priority, right?" "Which one of you is giving him this attitude?" Giratina growled. Cal decided to assume it wasn't her. "Hey, listen, we're just trying to be...

Silver mimed it, brushing up against the cloth. Tugging it off, he grimaced and tossed it away. "I don't think I appreciate get-well-soon bows," he said to Zinc, who, too startled, didn't say anything about who was actually the one to put it on. "Let's go and check the sky. Is the moon out?"...

"Hmph..." Silver crossed his wings, then tried to float a little higher. "I think I'm getting used to this floating thing, at least. It's almost the same as... Hmph. Then what's the point of wings if I float like this?" "Maybe it looks nice?" Zinc asked. "I don't think nature cares about that...

Cal nodded. "We wanted to see if there were any messages about what Cola was going to do if Pop died," she explained. "We're thinking about how to use the Tree's resources, or something. It can't do everything we want. Only, like, one or two. Revive Owen and the others, restore Diyem, or Pop, or...

Silver growled again, propping himself up with his right wing. "Perfect. Fine... What did I miss, then? Is everything fixed, or is it worse? Knowing who you're fighting, he's probably five steps ahead of you still..." He looked skyward, like something was bugging him, and then shook it off...

"Three WHAT?" Silver jolted up, slamming his head into the ceiling. He shouted and covered it with his wings, but then fell forward when he realized he didn't have any legs. "What the--uff!" And on the ground he went, flopping uselessly. His instincts must not have kicked in yet. Against all...

"I dunno. Stuff I tried worked." Cola motioned to the corner of the room, which looked like it had been cleaned up, recently, of some sort of scorch mark. "His powers are underdeveloped. For the most part, they only work on himself." Dialga looked at Cola, frowning. "But a Creator's power isn't...

Maple didn't answer. She was having trouble focusing. She felt Joule's presence getting closer, and accepted it when he rested his crystalline hand on her shoulder. That relaxed her, just a little. "I feel..." Maple tensed. Pride was stopping her from speaking it. "It's okay," Joule said...

"...Xerneas is there... we are tending to it. I visited often..." Maple trailed along, thinking. "Making sure its energy is full. Tending to the plants to pass the time. I flew about, but the Tree was always my home... I remember visiting Paradise a lot, too..." She took a slow breath. "It's...

Cola trotted over to Koa and looked him over. "Good to meet you," he said. "My name's Cola. I'm the better version of Pop, and I'm learning how to be the next god..." Cola seemed a little nervous, regarding Koa like he was trying to say just the right thing. Then, looking at Lexx, that air of...

As a precaution, Zinc went further out of the room, even as the winds weakened. The light was also fading, but it had briefly become so brief that she had to look away, covering her eyes with her horns. But when Zinc tried to open her eyes again, it was like the sky had gone out. Even...

Maple looked skeptically at Joule, who gestured for her to go on. Then, he rested his arms in the sand and spread out his body to soak up more of the intense sunlight. Maple obliged. She closed her eyes and crossed her legs, resting her hands in her lap. She wondered if the others would try the...