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Chapter 80 – Finding Stability Demitri was a lot heavier than Mispy remembered. The Haxorus lounged on her back, axes by his side, while he nestled his face against her. “Thanks for this, Mispy,” Demitri mumbled. The Meganium nodded silently, though she was more focused on her surroundings...

"Indeed, though it's never really that simple, even when it is said that way." Pop looked down. "I can relate this to how I've seen kingdoms of old interact, before the world's unification. Yes, one could be much stronger than the others, but if they spread themselves too thin, they risked their...

Maple blinked, then chuckled a little. "I'm sorry," she said. "With everything that happens, I lost track of what it all means sometimes... I mean, in general, if someone tries to... Oh, how does he phrase it..." "Throw me off my game," Millijoule said. "That's the new hip way to say it. Why...

He listened, and despite his casual tone in public, perhaps this was when Icetales would truly see those calculating, kind eyes the deity had in private. Those same eyes that had stared at Maple, undoubtedly, telling her to hold off on striking Diyem's team down. The same eyes that watched Cibus...

"Joule... was not much of a fighter," Maple replied. "Or not in the traditional sense. He does not like to use his power unless as a last resort. Normally he is incredibly gentle... A bastion of light, not..." "Yes, I do not have very many memories of using my power to destroy," Millijoule...

Pop nodded, slowly. "I would sacrifice everything I had if it meant my world would be made a safer place," he said simply, and with more gravity than necessary. "...But before this all happened, I usually allowed the world to manage itself. Only when truly great crises took place did I step in...

"There's no telling what it was that convinced Joule to strike Giovanni," Maple said, "but compared to everything else, it was... fleeting. I don't think it will work again." Millijoule shifted some, curling a little tighter around the table. "Mm. In the end, we are nothing but projections from...

"I have a tentative plan for how to deal with the attack that is coming our way now," Pop replied. "...But we are still planning out our possibilities and risks for the rest of it. This won't be easy, but we need to find a way that we can defeat him before a blast like that destroys the town...

"I don't know," Maple replied. "They appear to be based on his power, but I can't say for sure if it's only his at play," added Millijoule. "I would know, I'm based off of him. Joule isn't any ordinary Necrozma. Just as Maple is a Voice that was enchanted with light, Joule is a dragon of light...

"Me, working together with Dark Matter," Maple said with a skeptical look in her eye. "I don't know if... I'm ready for that yet. He still tried to do... what happened to my home world. There are things about him that... will never stop reminding me of that." "But, at the very least, you aren't...

"Yo," Arceus greeted automatically, looking back. He seemed to be mulling over some glowing documents and texts of some kind, scrolls, even. Guess he couldn't quite get rid of some old habits, it seemed. "Glad to--oh, it's you." He relaxed some, then nodded. "Greetings, Icetales. Was there...

Owen winced, not finding his words while Cabot ranted. This was so unexpected of him; usually he was cheerful and at least politely moving along from what was happening, but now...? He wondered if Cabot, too, was kept in the dark about the inner workings of the world he was from. He was young...

"Perhaps he'll have more to say now that he is properly in this world," Maple said. "He was always trying to watch from far away, but apparently he can see even less than we can that way, sometimes. Less than Buffet and Bean's efforts for sure..." "Mm, I am curious what he has to say,"...

"Entirely at random," Maple summarized, nodding. "He must have truly been desperate to save this world to go that far. It does make me wonder... why. But... he is recovering now. I don't want to press him." Millijoule gave Maple a curious look. "Quite the change of heart," he commented. "Had...

Maple chuckled a little at that. A sad laugh, but there was joy behind it, at least a drop. "Duty over comfort," she repeated to herself. "Yes. I think I am a lot like that." "Perhaps too much," Millijoule suggested. "I fear that without my true self by your side, you've lost sight of what it...

Maple looked surprised at the question. "How do I... normally wind down?" Maple asked. "I..." She rubbed one of her hands over the back of the other, pensive. "...Well... I would go to an open field. A dense forest. Or even the shoreline. And I would... be. That is... how I wind down. Or, how I...

"No, it's fine," Maple replied, shaking her head. "To be frank, we could use a break, but there's no reason you can't relax with us and talk." Millijoule's eyes glimmered in a way that was reminiscent of Luz and her endless confidence. But there was a hint of care in his voice, too. He curled...

And yet, despite that, it seemed that Brisa was not the only person who got that idea. A little while later, near the end of Brisa's planned resting time, distant voices talking echoed off the walls. "Ah! Certainly, we can try something like that. Though it would involve a lot of--ah! It seems...

Owen echoed Cabot's question with his eyes. "W-well... I mean... I had a few ideas, it's just, I don't really..." "He doesn't like them," Cal explained, then looked at Cabot. "It has a lot of risks, right?" Owen shifted uncomfortably, but nodded. "I want to hear what you have to say, though,"...

"The Light That Burns the Sky..." Owen nodded. "That's... definitely a name." "Please, you think it's cool," Cal mumbled from the side of the room. Owen didn't reply. Instead, he tried to awkwardly look through the window as well, at the sky. "I'm guessing there isn't really an easy way to...