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"Being a hero..." Truffle beamed again, like before. "Yes. Being a hero is something for glory, but that's only because of the deeds performed. The renown gained from saving others... Yes, there's glory. But that isn't really why heroes do what they do, is it?" Truffle looked at Luz. "It's, in...

Owen flinched a little, then looked over at his body. He looked a little disappointed that the wounds were going away. He liked healing naturally from them... but he saw Cynthian's intent and nodded. "You might remember, you might not," Owen said. "But I think getting down about it will just...

Owen smiled a little. "Well, of course," he said. "If I'm strong, I still had more agency, when I wasn't being controlled. And it's harder to beat me up. If there was someone I wanted to stop, I'd have more power to do it. But... that doesn't really mean much compared to the friends I made. No...

"...Well. They had nothing to do with my losses. If anything, they saved further losses for others. My reasons for fighting were... selfish, masked as selfless. Perhaps even now that's the truth. Still!" Truffle puffed out his feathers. "If I can at least do good for the world, that's all that...

"Um. No." Owen rubbed his arm. "My brain was tampered with so I'd go into a mindless fighting mode when I had to. I've been turning that off lately, but it toys with a Pokemon's natural fighting instincts. Compared to humans, at least." He glanced at Cynthian. "...Back home, I didn't feel free...

"I'm not lying, Cynthian," Owen said firmly. "You know by now that I'm not good at that sort of thing.... And... You should be careful what you're wishing for." Owen looked down. "I was crafted into a weapon. I enjoy fighting but there's always a little feeling in the back of my head that I was...

"Hey, don't think of it that way," Owen said, slowly, ,slowly easing his way down to a sitting position to get more to her height. "You aren't competing with everyone here when we're saving the world. Not everyone's gonna be front and center for all this, but you're still needed just as much as...

Truffle's unending light seemed to waver. "Ah, well." He turned the page again, looking over some of the designs, lingering on some of them. "My story is a common one for Maple, I believe. Hard fighter. Casualties amid their crisis resolutions. Fought alongside them. During a desperate moment...

There was a little glint in Truffle's eyes. "I suppose I'm Leg's retainer," he said simply. "She's fully feral, you see. I've been teaching her how to talk and interact with civilized Pokemon, but it's a long road ahead, but we've also traveled down this road quite far. We actually got Leg on...

Arceus looked outside. "...At first, I did not know what I was doing," he said. "I ran on... instinct. I created. Energy, great amounts of energy, and I watched what happened as it all started to coalesce into something... else. I do not know if I 'felt' anything back then... That was a long...

"Ah, yes. I am looking into designs here. It isn't often that we have time to really settle in and look over the cultures of the worlds we visit." Truffle turned the page. "I am also taking a break from practicing my shields and incantations. One can only work so hard for so long, after all...

"My kind are often born of others of my kind, like any other species," Arceus said. "...I do not know my own Creator, if I had one. As far as I can tell, sometimes we are... born from chaos, into nothing, and our power is the ability to Create within Nothing. That is all I am, really. My power...

"Cynthian..." Owen wobbled toward her, wincing as he put too much weight on one leg. Wishkeeper stepped forward to help, but Owen waved him off politely. "This isn't the way to go about it. You can't fight frustrated. It'll mess with your aim and it'll color the way you fight when you practice...

"You're not fine," Owen said calmly, looking between the dummies and then Cynthian. "You're Shadowing, Cynthian. I'd be careful about that..." He tried to get on his feet, though Wishkeeper did so hesitantly. He set Owen down, then eyed Cynthian again.

"Oh, looks like Owen's leaving for the infirmary or something," Cal said. "Party's over... Hey! Let's go see how many cracks we had hide in somewhere else!" Cal hopped off her seat and disappeared under the stands, the only thing impeding her progress being the Core that made up her being. At...

"I created Cibus," Arceus replied with a nod. "Though, I like to think they regard me kindly because they like me." Simple and to the point. Perhaps Pop knew Dave wasn't one who was looking to dillydally. "Though... I do not know what you mean by absorbing all our sins. That reminds me of...

"Well..." Owen trailed off,, glancing up at Wishkeeper, but he remained stoic. "I was just curious, I guess. Wanted to say that you fought your hardest, but..." He'd heard that comment muttered to herself. "...Are you sure you're alright?"

"Hullo!" Truffle greeted cheerily as always, beaming at Luz when she entered. He sat at one of the tables with a book in front of him. It appeared to be about raising kids, for some reason, though it seemed to be more focused on the illustration of dolls and knitting. He must have been really...

"No, I'm fine," Owen said. "Wounds like these heal naturally and I like the pain." He grinned, and somehow he wasn't missing any teeth, and his flame was burning healthily, so he seemed to be telling the truth... "You're... really going all out with the training, huh? Good idea. Joule is...

Flames jutted out from Nidoking's nostrils and he stomped on the ground, looking like he was ready to hop over the counter to get Lugia. "I said get out!" he snarled. "Look at you, already ruining my stock...! You'll bet your ass the Guild's paying for that!"