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Wishkeeper felt a headache coming on. And despite this, he pushed it down, and beneath that annoyance, he found a little smile. "...Right. Of course. Then let's go walking. She won't be far, and maybe if she sees me playing with Ivy, she'll get jealous."

Shield looked skeptical again. This kid was some wide-eyed idealist for sure. How old was he, twelve? These useless platitudes weren't really doing much for him. There was nothing he could do. He was being forced to stay here under supervision, even if he was happy to help if he could, but they...

Wishkeeper frowned, looking at the shredded bread, then back at Ivy. "Soul, mm... Celsete's." He looked back. "I was actually searching for Cal, my own familiar. She ran off again. I know where she is in this town, but every time I get close, she runs again. I'm going to try a different strategy...

"Didn't you just tell me a second go that maybe if I apologized and showed my regrets, it'd be enough? Now you're saying I need to do it more." He snorted. "Sounds more like time is all I need. These platitudes, I'm not as sure..." He looked off. "What I really need is a way to rescue Sword..."...

"...What are you doing here?" A Charmeleon with a cracked pattern of darkness along his lower half crossed his arms, staring down at the strange Ultra Shade. "I thought I sensed someone here... I don't think I've properly met you yet." He leaned forward. "My name is Wishkeeper... though your...

Oh, wonderful, he had a crowd again. That was one thing he did enjoy about being in a holding cell, actually. His rabid fans because of his Colosseum fights--which were, nowadays, the only real place he could get a good battle in--weren't able to get to him. Sure, there were protests to release...

Shield looked at Cabot with complete befuddlement. "How soon something can change if I show what I regret? I've been showing my regrets all day! All week! And yet the only ones to really bother approaching me are you, that Charmeleon oddball, and a few others. Blade can hardly look at me...

"I'm beginning to think you're a psychic parasite meant to steal my intellect," Karat replied flatly, opening his book again. "Your theories make me not even want to try looking into your head, if I could."

Karat wondered if the isolation in the cells were starting to get to him. Seyka was clearly some kind of partial hallucination. "I don't know how he became another of my kind," he said, "but it was clearly so he could obtain some sort of power and make it his own. Or maybe it wasn't intentional...

"For now, as much information you can get from the Isle of Light could help," said Buffet. "We'll leave that investigation to you all. We can handle the Air Continent and see if we find anything there. Even the low-likelihood places..."

Karat glared. "How dare you compare me to him," he said, and even with the suppression of the room, it seemed very clear that his Psychic aura was starting to thicken the air. "I ended up in this world to get away from another of his sort. That he adopted my form is... is a mockery of creation...

Shield's paws squeezed around his own arms, the claws digging into his fur. "Pointing it out doesn't really help." He looked down. "I hate this place. It's a reminder of everything I failed to save. So many similar Pokemon just out and about, happy and celebrating the world that other Lucario...

"I see... It's possible." Buffet hummed. "Yes. Very possible. But I'm not really sure... how to go about proving that until we can actually find them. Goodness, Giovanni is very good at evading detection from the two best sentinels in the world!" Buffet laughed, but he seemed a little...

Karat only squinted harder, rising from his stool for only a second. Something made him decide against it and he sat back down, even as Seyka continued to speak. And then, when he was done with his grand philosophy, Karat let a new and befuddled silence creep in. "...Are you real?"

Shield was quiet for a little while again, like he didn't want to answer. Then, crossing his arms just under his chest, he looked away, huffing. "They said I got in the way."

Karat squinted at Seyka. "...By that logic, are you suggesting that I can beat you within an inch of your life," he started, "and it would all be okay if I stopped and realized the error in my ways?"

"Red?" Buffet asked. "what do you mean, Red? And--yes, I do think that GIovanni's technology would be a factor here." "That's quite an odd name," Bean remarked. "It is, but it's also a name I'll never forget. A very famous recurring entity," Buffet explained to Bean. "Not in our world, but...

Whatever Karat was reading, he'd stopped. He closed his book with a little thunk and set it onto the table again. "I'm not answering your questions," he said, "until you explain to me precisely why you think it's okay if I'm a traitor."

"They're working on it," Shield replied. "But apparently, explosions take longer than average to clean up. I don't even know how I slept through all that..." Apparently he and Maple had that in common.

"As one would expect from a jail," Karat replied with a scowl. "Quiet. Enclosed. Limiting. Dreary. And what are you here for? Here I expected a larger team than a single steel bird."