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Yeah, they'd talked about that, hadn't they. And that was how Joule'd gone missing, right? "You think the something was Giovanni or his lackeys, or Eien, or something else ridiculous that we haven't figured out yet?"

Dave clenched his jaw. There he went, casually declaring they were stronger than the universal accountability organization and could just do what they wanted. Of course. God Squad gonna fucking God Squad. "It ever occur to Maple to go fix your universe? Depose that Arceus? Sounds plenty bad to...

"Hmmm." Diyem in trouble with the Overseers? For running interference beyond what the council has decided? Not filing the proper paperwork? Escaping the interdimensional institution where they were therapying the evil out of him? He should talk to Diyem, figure out what the hell was going on...

Dave munched on another wing, thinking. "So you're saying they gave Diyem therapy and that just, poof, made him stop being evil?" Honestly that sounded kind of suspect. "Does somebody lead the Overseers, or are they some kind of democratic collective or what?"

Dave raised his eyebrows and chuckled, raising his glass. "Nice. To fucking liberating Hell." He chugged down what remained of his drink. Soda might not know what privacy was but in this basic way, at least, he had his head screwed on straight. "So just how evil are the Overseers? Anyone...

"...Therapy?" What the fuck was this conversation. Diyem the incarnation of negativity went to therapy? So Overseers were basically... some kind of bureaucracy of over-gods? So there were people gods were accountable to, if they ever fucking got around to doing anything about it. Fantastic. Was...

Right back with even more unexplained terminology. God, this was giving him a fucking headache. He was just going to ignore that bit about universes where only one person is real and everyone else is a simulation. "Who the fuck's the Overseers?"

Dave squinted increasingly at Soda as he casually dropped about fifteen different bizarre bombshells. You knew you were having a time when "I punched a devil once" wasn't even in the top five things to ask for clarification on. "No, no, no, hold on a fucking second. What the fuck is the...

"Yeah. That's pretty much the impression I got." Dave grabbed another wing and ate it, thinking. A slew of other universes, ruled by a whole spectrum of different Arceuses (Arcei?) ranging from mostly noninterventionist, fairly harmless ones to purely malicious. "Once you've got fucking...

One would've thought that'd be a pretty fucking memorable conversation. Dave wondered if Soda didn't want to tell him, or if the poor fucker'd just drunk enough to make it hazy. He sipped his drink, thinking. Remembering your lover trying to kill you and not being sorry for it, but not even...

Dave wasn't quite sure how seriously to take that example, though he hoped to fuck that if Soda actually believed Pop was a cultist sex predator in the making he would be actually doing something about it, and not here working with him and calling themselves the God Squad. "Hardly need the...

Fucking God Squad. What the fuck had he expected. He scowled. "Okay, so what you're saying is she stayed that way. One day she's suddenly different, and it's permanent. And you're worried if Arceus was fucking with her head to begin with he did it in more ways than one?" He looked away...

Dave narrowed his eyes at Soda. He was pretty fucking sure he'd told him nothing of the sort. Either that was some real inspired deduction on his part, or more mind-reading bullshit, or some kind of eavesdropping on his private conversations with Mia. Should he call him on it? Maybe not just...

Something about that sent a pang of discomfort to his stomach. "Huh. Last time you implied she was fucking possessed or something. So she actually wasn't? Or she was just, what, cool with that? Yeah, I'll let Arceus puppeteer me around to murder my boyfriend, no big deal?"

After dropping Saltriv off at the infirmary, having a berry to recover a bit of his strength, and confirming with Mia that she was fine and training, Dave'd headed for the Cauldron. Somewhere along the way Shadow had quietly disappeared. The corruption, the cold buzzing sensation, had slowly...

What kind of petty fucking bullshit was this guy even on. He wanted to make a dozen barbed remarks. Look, if you've got such an inferiority complex that you'll have an aneurysm at other people evolving when you apparently can't, that's your own fucking problem. What, are you so fucking scared of...

Dave felt his hackles rising. This motherfucker was seriously going to do this right now? "What the fuck are you talking about. I came here because we were on a goddamn mission, in case you didn't notice. You know, the bit where several other people were there. Brisa's the one who asked me to...

Shadow's ears flattened against his head, but he complied and pushed until Saltriv was reasonably balanced. Dave pushed himself up. Honestly the Bayleef was lighter than he would've expected given their size. So long as they didn't fucking fall off him. Shadow could probably grip the stem of the...

Nate looked tense, glancing between him and Shadow. Like he expected him to explode too. "It was just one of those Radiant explosions. Like what Astrid does every fucking fight, except I guess with Shadows mixed in or something. Revivers never work on that shit." He bent down by Saltriv's side...

Everything exploded into blinding black light. The golden barriers shattered instantly, the light tearing into him with the same dreadful cold, vibrating agony of the moment he'd died, drawn helplessly into the Blacklight sphere. He felt himself crashing into the ground, bouncing off it, then...