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Luz had a body that was more akin to a mortal's, or at least it mimicked the functions more than the others. With Cal, her voice shook and her body trembled, but she did not have a means to cry. She desperately wanted to more than anything, because apparently crying was something that helped...

"I'm just so..." Cal let it flow out, then stopped, then tried to continue again. "I can't feel him anymore. He was always there. He was always there. A-and now when I try to find him, there's just nothing..." She looked down, into the dying cinders. "Why did I need to have these memories from...

"Yeah, thanks," Cal replied with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. "I guess it was time to switch up how I looked, even if, you know, I don't think Ultra Shades evolve the normal way." She looked down, at the fire she had been making, but when the flames transitioned from gold to orange...

"Y-yeah, sparring." Cal looked away again, like she wanted to say something, but didn't know what to go on about. Her mind was elsewhere, and she didn't want it to be there, so she quickly added, "Yeah, the twilight, um, you know. It's dark and stuff. But I don't really mind the dark too much."...

"This place is really relaxing in twilight, huh?" Cal asked, swishing her newly Charmeleon tail left and right. She glanced at Luz, doing her absolute best not to look at Destiny Tower in the distance. "I know we don't usually hang around here, but it's been, you know, a nice change of scenery...

"That's what you think," said Wishkeeper, taking one final step before lunging at Owen. He spat a quick plume of fire in retaliation, but Wishkeeper not only powered through it, but grabbed Owen by the arm and yanked him into the air. Owen roared and thrashed, spitting fire randomly, most of it...

Amid that silence, Wishkeeper made an annoyed grunt and then looked to all the others. "These people are all a bad influence on you," he said. "You're too far gone." He stood up and took a few threatening steps forward. The ground shook with every move he made. "I'll have to take you away from...

"I guess that's that," Giratina said, scratching her mandibles. "I hope this isn't too big a risk..." "We'll keep an eye on him," Dialga said. "And you do that, too, alright? We can't lose Cola and Pop." "This is gonna be so fun! I bet I'll get to see what life is really like this way...

Cola peered into his chest, red circled narrowing like a squint. "Well... I guess. But I don't think I can go into that. Let me try this!" "Wait," Cal said, "I still don't know what you mean by heart--" Cola lost his shape completely and rose into the air like a needle. It curved toward Petram...

"I can do disguises easily." The haze twisted and churned, the two red circles drifting around his face until he became a hazy copy of Petram, somehow even less defined than the Ultra Shade himself. The two red circles were still there, and it seemed more like he had changed his shape rather...

Garro looked around. "No idea," he said. "Been this way since before I came here. Abandoned, I mean. Chances are this place used to be a settlement for people who had been taken into the Voidlands during whatever Dark Matter crisis he started. There were a lot of them. Whatever happened to the...

"I think, at that point, we're just looking at semantics," Owen admitted to Dave. "Just because they're how I really feel on the inside doesn't mean I have to act on them, or I have to behave that way all the time. Especially if I know they're wrong. But I can't just ignore it, either... Not...

"Honor them, huh?" Cal asked. "...I..." Cola looked at Giratina, Dialga, and Palkia. "I'm bored of here. Can I go with them?" "You're still weak, Po--I mean, Cola. Don't you think you should stay here where it's safer?" "But people are sad. And I'm supposed to be the best person to make...

"Help each other. That all we gotta do?" Cola tilted his ethereal head. "Makes sense. Real simple. So how come it sounds so hard 'n complex? Seems t' me that it's easier said than done." "That's a good way to put it," Cal admitted. "The goal's there, but..." She sighed. "Well. I guess, we...

"Can I help?" Cola asked, leaning forward a little more. Cal shifted uncomfortably. "Sometimes you can't really fix the reason you're sad," she said. "You have to find a way to deal with it and go on anyway..." Cola stared at Cal next. "...You have the same feeling." "I--y-yeah. We went...

"Sad... I've read about that, too. What's the difference, again?" Cola looked at Giratina. "Um, well, sad is an emotion where you are... oh, I don't really know how to explain sad..." "Well, what's dying?" "It's when you can't live anymore." "Right... Okay. And sad. That's when something...

The Charmeleon considered that. Why did it matter? On one hand, it was true--everything he felt was what Wishkeeper had said. "Feelings and logic don't go together all the time. I mean, I'd really like it to, but I can't really tell myself how to feel sometimes. So, the next best thing is to...

Giratina sighed. "Well, I guess that means Cola should--where did he go?" Her tone was even but the lilt of panic in her voice was palpable. In an instant, Cola had been there, and in the next, nothing but a golden wisp of energy had remained. "What's happening to this one?" Cola asked, poking...

Wishkeeper glared in silence, looking like he was searching for the best way to smash Dave into the ground. "I will never be done until you agree." "I do agree." Owen looked at Dave and gave him a sad smile. "Wishkeeper, everything he's saying... Those are my real thoughts. Those are what I...

"I know," Owen said with a nod. "But that isn't how you feel," Wishkeeper said. "But I know that's the real truth," Owen spat back, then caught himself, rubbing his temples. "I'm... too on-edge. Wishkeeper, please, can't you accept that it's okay to trust people? It's... there's nothing good...