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The silence was deafening. Dave's heart hammered as Arceus's expression changed and he descended fully to the ground, staring down at him with that creepy mouthless face. "Well, I don't think there's all that much of a practical difference between you personally deciding to kill someone, or a...

"Well, whether you like the title or not." Dave clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes at Arceus. "Look, we're all very grateful you told Maple not to murder us and all, but the fact you apparently get to just decide who lives or dies on Cibus is pretty fucked, by my standards. It's cool you...

Huh. This was all pretty trippy. God as weird too-powerful child having to learn to be civilized from mortals was at least original. Imagine an actual god being raised by some fucking lunatics. "Right. So there were planets before that just developed on their own, or that you created by...

A baby god, acting on instinct. Wow, that was not terribly reassuring. As a former father of a toddler Dave would not trust a toddler to wield any degree of power not filtered through whatever the parents were willing to do to shut them up. "Hold on, you found intelligent life, and they taught...

"Huh." A world that was like theirs but didn't have Pokémon? How did that work? Surely if there were no Pokémon the point of divergence would be far too early to... what the hell. Was this just the world's weirdest coincidence? Judging by Mia's frown, she was thinking about the same thing. Maybe...

"Figure of speech," Dave said dismissively, and was about to drop that off-hand quip. But no, Pine? This was interesting, actually. "Big feature of the biggest religion in my world is the deity taking mortal form just so he can get himself lengthily tortured and killed, and this somehow enables...

Dave jumped and took a step back as the Arceus materialized out of the light. Dave was truly tiny next to him, and the Poochyena brain infuriatingly recommended running before he beat that part of his brain into submission. But of course the supposed deity then opened with some sort of an...

"Hello? Anybody there?" he called, stepping closer to it. "Arceus?"

By the time Dave woke up, Shadow was gone, at least for now. Mia was gone too, which wasn't great for his heart, but at least she'd only wandered as far as the guild library. He hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about Arceus since they'd finally confirmed the guy even existed. His texting'd...

Reviewed another chapter of the envy of eden.

Noticing their names feel very Bouba-like, as in Bouba vs. Kiki. Appropriate! Having some Amara feelings again. Huh, this seems unusually considerate for Hilda. Neat! Not an interpretation I've seen before but it's a fun one. Also, it's interesting she seemingly feels Amara's upcoming death...

Everything about this continued to be deeply infuriating. Dave gritted his teeth. "Look, the only reason we're even talking about this is sad magic puppy over there rambling and overdramatizing shit that doesn't even mean anything. I'm fucking fine." Shadow looked back at him, timidly. He gave...

Dave gave a brief, irritated eyeroll. "Cool. If that's what he wanted to tell me, consider it received." He paused, glaring at the other Poochyena, daring him to disappear in a puff of smoke, echoing my job here is done. Predictably, he did not. Of course. Shadow had been hugging Owen for far...

As Owen pulled Shadow into a hug, Shadow returned it, clutching him tightly in his paws. And Dave... felt it, a strange indirect sensation of a warm, weighty squeeze that pulled at something in his chest. The fuck? He blinked, looking away. The tightness in his chest didn't fade. He looked back...

Dave glared at Owen, hating the hokey childish way he was talking around it, wanting to challenge him on it, but the Charmeleon wasn't looking at him, or talking to him. His heart pounded in his chest, stomach still roiling. Shadow closed his eyes at the touch, shuddering. "...Yeah."...

Shadow glanced at Dave again. "Everything just feels... bad. Sometimes less. Sometimes more." Dave rolled his eyes. "That's real specific." "Sometimes I don't really want to get out of bed in the morning. I do it anyway because the kids need me but it's a struggle." "I mean, who ever does...

Shadow hesitated. "I don't think I want anything," he said, slowly. "It's always been like this, for a really long time." Mia narrowed her eyes at him. "Is this because the other me died?" "Longer than that." Dave's eyes snapped open. "Jesus, you people. Can I have my nap or are you all just...

Shadow laid his ears flat again. "...Not really. I'm afraid we're not going to be able to stop Joule." Dave gave a frustrated sigh. "But I never really feel great." Mia cocked her head. "What does that mean?" "Wants you to throw him a fucking pity party, I guess," Dave grumbled. "Is there a...

The Shadow blinked at him. "...Me?" It looked hesitantly back at Dave, who scowled but didn't otherwise react. "...I guess you can just call me Shadow?" Well, at least it shouldn't come as a fucking surprise that his Shadow wasn't any better at names than he was.

"I mean, I came here for a fucking nap, and then you insisted on talking. So unless you want to tell me about how on earth you're four hundred fucking years old, I'm good." Dave slumped back down on the bed. The Shadow looked hopelessly at Owen, ears flat. "...He hates me." "Congratulations...