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"You're free to not trust me," Maple said simply. "To be completely honest, I do not trust your group, either. But for now, we are cautiously moving toward the same goal of saving Cibus. Am I wrong?" Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. "Should I catch even a hint that may not be the case for...

Bahamut would hear Diyem sighing, perhaps partly in annoyance, but largely in defeat. I know, he said. I intend to go as fast as I can, and reveal it all when I must. I will at least tell you what I don't know, he said. I do not know where these Shades are coming from, nor this Darkwhite, nor...

"From what I've observed..." Maple hummed, nodding. "You explode. Or, more specifically, energy explodes powerfully in all directions from your person... leaving you exhausted as if you'd been defeated in battle. The outpouring of energy has left Brisa bedridden, and I suspect she will be for a...

"You weren't there?" Owen asked, frowning. "Thought they gathered everyone... Oh, that might've been Flame..." He shook his head. "It came from Maple. The same powers that Truffle and the rest of God Squad has, she gifted a weaker version to us. So it came from Arceus, and helped us have even...

Owen looked calmer than before, though he was still looking uneasy. He sighed, and then looked at his hands again. With a little focus, and a bit more time, his feathery leaves condensed into orange scales again. The flower withered and burst into flames. Soon, he was back to normal again, and...

I do not, Diyem replied simply, and this time there was no pause. All you must do is continue fighting. I have no control over being able to replace you all anyway, and if I could, there are far higher priority individuals than you. The reply was short, simple, and to the point. He was never...

Owen had stood there, closing his eyes and breathing steadily. Occasionally he mumbled to himself, perhaps speaking with Diyem, but for the most part he was simply sitting there. His flower glowed softly, like it was bio-luminescent, to make up for his lack of a flame. Eventually, however, he...

That part I have still told you the truth... Not the entire truth. I unfortunately... That is something that I am building toward. But know this: the Shades, and everything to do with it... I did not foresee this. I thought this would be something else entirely. I thought the first crisis I sent...

"Thank you," Owen said quietly. "I'm sorry. Maybe... maybe when I have more time to get through it all, I'm--it's just a lot. I can't t-talk about it right now." He nodded apologetically toward Cabot, and then continued to another part of the quarters, if only to relax in someplace that was...

Owen shook his head at Mellow. "I'm... fine. I just... need to rest. I'm not going to hurt anyone... not anymore..." That last part was more to himself, like it had been intended for an inside thought and not said aloud. But the way Owen stood up, he didn't seem to realize he'd said it at all...

"It... it is good," Owen said, laughing, because what else was he supposed to do? Yet there was a tinge of madness in his eyes. "It's good... it's what I wanted... I wanted this... hahaha..." He was still trembling.

Diyem growled. I can sense negative thoughts, including doubt. I did not make up the Hero's Aura. Why would I cover myself with such a nebulous term? It's simply a phenomena that I myself do not even fully understand. How dare you undermine my intelligence so far. I was trying to be honest about...

It took Owen a while to talk again, but he eventually was able to get into a sitting position, slumped over. He was too stunned to get onto his feet proper. "This... happened to me before," he said quietly. "Becoming Grass... and... and that did it. My Radiant power is this, and it reminded me...

Hmph. He supposed getting down to business would be what Bahamut would have preferred to begin with. He really wished that Radiance would have brightened his personality a little more, too. Then again, he supposed that would be the pot calling the kettle void. You've already deduced that I am...

Diyem was there. Someone as tuned with Psychic energy would be able to feel the mental presence of him practically peering over their shoulders. The Charizard grumbled. It's simple, he said. I feared that your unstable bodies would reject it outright. But... I was wrong. Perhaps your spirits...

Owen screamed through it all--he didn't even know what they were saying. It was only when he finally ran out of air, and his throat was far too strained, that he stopped, but instead collapsed to the ground. His arms barely held him up, and the green in his vision, coming from his hands, didn't...

"Hssss!" Somehow, they were able to expel it, and the Shade jutted out of Cynthian's back. It leapt a few feet away and flopped several times on the ground, writhing in pain like it had been thrust into an open fire. It then curled up and tried to slither into a nearby bush.

Maple didn't answer for only an instant, but perhaps that was all that was needed to confirm that she was hiding something. "It's related to Radiance. It was a technique taught to me a long time ago that taps into Radiant power, at least. Overuse is something that I theorized would be harmful...

Diyem wasn't good with kids, but he was good with negativity. He knew these things. He knew how, why, and perhaps even the intricacies behind the way Brisa was feeling in ways that perhaps even she was not aware of. And of everyone, Brisa was among the more tolerable. So rather than leave her...

"Different how?" He stood up, looking at his hands. "It doesn't lo--" His voice hitched, turning his palm over to look at the feathers. At first he didn't fully react, like it didn't totally register what had happened. "What?" And then he felt his chest, at the soft, fur-like covering he now...