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After the Owen mind-dive, Dave heads to the Holding Cells to talk to Green again. First, he's going to ask him about what Owen just told them - that he was there with Blacklight Mewtwo and seemed not to know what he was doing. Presumably this was when he was ostensibly working as a spy for...

“Maybe he was holding back because Giovanni was controlling him,” Dave said. “If somebody thinks he’s controlling you, might not want to show how much power you have, right?” Soda, not knowing what he was doing. That… sounded interesting. He’d have to ask Green about that later.

Dave lingered for a moment. “You sure it’s gone? There’s nothing else there? Did you recover your memory of the time that was blocked?”

“That thing,” Dave said, still trying to spit the foul taste out of his mouth. “When I bit it I felt this… It’s the Blacklight Mewtwo, I’m fucking sure of it.”

Was biting it even a good idea? Could it latch onto-- He leapt forward before he could think about it too hard, jaws locking around the wriggling thing.

"...Yeah, you've got it." Dave wasn't sure how much they'd really helped here, but Owen sounded pretty sure all that was left was to attack. Warily, he gathered dark energy between his teeth.

Oh. Oh, fuck, the thing was using the fact they were here as ammunition against him. Should have fucking known. Who wouldn't assume if a bunch of people suddenly appear to provide moral support to you, it's because they're pretty goddamn worried? Why wouldn't that just make you nervous? "I...

What the fuck. They'd landed in some kind of apocalyptic nightmarescape, ominous purple storms, fleeing people. In the eye of the storm, Owen, meditating, over a golden Protect sphere. "Hey, it's me," he said, wary as he padded closer. Be... encouraging. Right. "You seem like you've got it...

Dave listened, silent. One thing kept coming back to his head: back at the meeting, Owen'd goaded Soda into admitting that he'd placed the memory block on him. So if the memory block was him...? "So you want to send us into his head to... not rescue him, not attack the thing, just cheer Owen on?"

Dave shifted restlessly on his feet. Owen looked weirdly peaceful, for apparently having some kind of monster inside his head. "Is this what happened to Sword? Some Eterna shit growing inside her until it took over her and gave her a core?"

Shit. Owen? What the fuck did you do? Hold on, I'm coming.

Dave took a deep breath. "Thanks for the warning. I'll be back with Green, if he's down." He turned around to leave. Then, "Should I get you some food, maybe? A beer or two?"

Christ. Dave glanced back toward the Tree. The ground still trembled regularly with the force of earth-shattering attacks below. Power that no one should have. "Well... Don't be too eager to get yourself killed. I've got a strong feeling Prime's plan already went wrong up there. For all we know...

Jesus. Dave shuddered, looking away. "And you're fine with that? Just, being here as a sacrificial lamb?"

"...Right." God, how much of Soda's head had been fucked with? "You see what I mean? Seriously, think about it. There are a lot of gaps here. Be careful." Maybe he should just go get Green now, let them talk. He paused. "What were you stationed out here for, anyway? You expecting they might...

"Well, I'd expect whatever's going on here doesn't involve someone controlling you in real time anyway. What I'm figuring is it's somebody who realized if they fiddled with your brain in just the right way, you'd play right into their hands. Make use of your existing feelings for Adne and drive...

Dave's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, everyone else?"

Figured. Maybe the best they could hope for was he'd been spying on them enough to have gathered what'd been said at the meeting. "We just want to help," Dave said. "You can tell something's off with your memory. Green said he literally couldn't remember anything specific about what working...

Dave nodded slowly. "You got any idea where the last Substitute went? Green said he was hiding."

"Three? Maple, Eien and Giovanni's Mewtwo?" Astrid had said something about that, the Blacklight Mewtwo having been there in the Tree with Eien. "Well, maybe I can get Green to come over here, instead. If you want." He might not need to. Yellow seemed to have calmed down and be listening now...