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"Oh, are you trying to chase me?" Giovanni asked with a wicked grin. "How cute that you stand a--" And then, briefly, he looked alarmed. He had tried to perform a few cutting words to knock Starr down a few pegs, but for that brief, fleeting moment, his usual flaw returned to...

"That is one way you can look at things," Giovanni said. "I acknowledge that if I were to fight you directly, head on... perhaps that won't be enough." As he spoke, Starr's barriers layered themselves one after the other in front of her, and yet Giovanni didn't look like he intended to strike...

"AHHHH?" Flesh asked, his mouth half-full with the final quarter of the pine tree, which was covered in needles that apparently left Flesh completely unbothered. He let out a few more growls, and Ionys translated for him. "Says he's gonna try to be a peacekeeper," Ionys said. "Probably a place...

"Gah--!" Silver knelt down, wincing. "That's... as far as I can go," he muttered. "Guess I can't really harness the power of a Legend after all... Not as well as you can, at least. Hmph... Guess I still have some training to do." "But I'm far from finished," Giovanni said, having been flung...

"Guess so," Ionys said, rolling his eyes. "Something tells me some of Maple's habits are gonna rub off on me, though. You'll probably hate my guts next time we meet." He smirked. "Might tell you to get your ass into shape if you aren't in some top, 'Living' form, or whatever."

Maple was somewhere between worried and frustrated, like she didn't know how to save someone standing right in front of her. Perhaps that was how Truffle felt when speaking to Ionys, she wondered. "...I'll... I'll try," he said. "I shall seek someone... as you wanted." His eyes were looking at...

Owen nodded, sighing. "Well, if that's the case... you take care of him. He's still you, after all, one way or the other." When the shadow was put back in the bag, Wishkeeper withdrew and became nothing but a dissipating haze. "It's not easy, confronting your shadow. So... I get some of that...

"And more to that," Maple said, "I can't... reach out to spirits that do not have a flame. I--if you were to... I wouldn't have been able to find you." "Then perhaps I would go home," Truffle replied weakly. I..." His eyes seemed to be looking at another plane entirely. Thinking back to what...

"Even against the greatest adversity, you have never stopped," Giovanni said, the undertones of his mocking lost to the crowd, who was eating it up. Giovanni's commanding charisma had Cibus under his spell... Was this how he had ascended to power in the past? "Show them a challenge, Cibus! Lend...

"I apologize," Truffle said, closing his eyes. He spoke evenly. "It was... wrong of me to press on so far. Nobody else follows this way of the warrior." "And you knew nobody else did," Maple said, suddenly unable to speak up. Truffle tensed, because he knew he hadn't said everything. "If you...

"Don't give me that," Ionys dismissed with a wave. "I chose this, too. And you gave me closure. Shut the fuck up about trying to blame anyone but me for my choices. If I didn't die... someone else would have. Or more would have." He prodded a claw at himself. "I knew the risks more than anyone...

Owen puffed a small plume of smoke. "I guess I just do that out of habit, being a Heart 'n all." But he still smiled and stretched. "Hey, did you find any good places to eat? I tried finding an old restaurant but it's not the same here." He walked leisurely by Mergo's side, lost in thought...

Cal stretched her wings and flew off, waving back at Bahamut. She seemed to be in good spirits. Troubled, but perhaps more mentally for others rather than herself. In the end, she really did take a lot after Owen...

"Never that specific," Ionys said to Dave's first comment. "Only stuff that involved working with a Voice and how far it can go. This whole soul-bond thing was a bit of a surprise... but it kinda all made sense when she said it. Tied it all together. As for what it means..." Ionys leaned back...

The silence continued, but this time it looked like he was weighing how to say things, what to tell them, rather than whether to tell anything at all. Finally, however, he sighed, his voice like a little, low birdsong. "...A Ward is meant to fall in battle before their allies. To allow an ally...

Owen looked genuinely confused at that. "I didn't really think it was a grudge," he admitted. "I thought you just wanted a rematch. You know, competitive. I can get a little competitive..." Owen rubbed his claws together, thinking. "And since my whole deal is Perceive, I feel like it'd be trying...

"What wonderful attacks," Giovanni said with a mock-smile, bringing his wings together as if swooning. Despite the gesture, there wasn't an ounce of love in his tone. "It makes me think that you almost stand a chance against my evil plans. Almost. Come on, Cibus! Do you think Team Spectrum is...

There was a flash of genuine surprise on Owen's face that was expressed more thoroughly in the spark of his tail. He looked at the olive branch, then at Mergo again, sighing. "Well, I mean, that's one way to end a friendship, if that's what you mean," he remarked. "...Politics is weird, Mergo...

Owen sighed, deciding to humor it. "All right," he said. "I guess you do hit." And while there was an air of caution about it, Owen did reach out to grab it. At the same time, though, a thin barrier of gold went just beneath his scales, like ethereal, invisible armor. He wouldn't put a harmful...

"...Perhaps I should not, for it isn't too important," Truffle said. "That isn't entirely it, either," Maple replied darkly. "...You are going to say it, or I will." Truffle tensed a little at that, then looked down at Leg, who was trying her best to get comfortable. It wasn't easy.