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"Sure," Owen said, "but Diyem knows tons of dark secrets. I don't think this would be remarkable to him, y'know? Just... think about it, okay? Even if it's for only a few days, it'd still be a few days of closure. After all you did to help him, he owes it to help you anyway, right?"

"Already talked to Maple about it," Ionys said dismissively. "Flesh will be fine. I'll be nearby. In fact, once I'm in Telum, I'll be a quick trip away at all times..." He sighed. "Yeah. I guess Maple should have told me. But maybe she didn't want me to panic about it. In the end, I still had to...

Cal nodded. "Yeah. Definitely. Want them to be ready for it--only h-have a week, too." She hesitated. "SO, um..." She was thinking about someone else. "Bye for now, alright? I, uh, gonna spend some time with Dad and stuff."

Owen thought about that, sighing. "Well... If you want a better understanding of which of those two things it is, we can always ask Diyem directly. He'd know for sure. He's kind of an expert on inner darkness. Ever ask him?"

"Hmph! Watch! One day I'm gonna grow up to be the best girlfriend ever! Or maybe even a boyfriend! You never know. I can be anything. I just like this body." She stood up, sighing. "Well... Anyway, uh. To be serious, I'm--I'm still glad that I can hang around and stuff with you even after this...

"Yeah, I guess you aren't. Actually, what type are we?" Cal poked at her cheek, going straight through to the other side. "Ghost? No, I don't think so... Shadow? I mean, maybe, but..."

"Hmm..." Cal nodded. "So, does that mean we can date? You know, hypothetically. We can go... have a... candlelit dinner. With meteors, or something. Or stardust. We'll invite Toast as the best mon!" Cal nodded. "That'll give Pansit something to think about." And some studying for Cal to look up...

"How come?" Owen asked, but this time the question was toward Nate. "There's only going to be turmoil until you acknowledge and accept this side of you, you know. Otherwise it'll just join with you as you go back, and... who knows what'll happen then."

Owen remained stationary, but Mergo's trained eyes would easily see that he was tensed and watching. That battleheart was indeed still there. But when he saw the full form of that strange blossoming branch, there was a smile, like he caught the meaning. "What does it do?" he asked, curiously...

Truffle still said nothing, like he was lost in thought. He heard them, perhaps, but something else was on his mind. "Speak, Truffle. You owe them at least that," Maple finally said, and her voice was like a command. Finally, he complied. "...I wasn't... thinking. I was clouded by... the will...

Cal hummed in thought. "You know, that is kinda true, isn't it?" she said. "Polaris is sort of my siblings, but so are you. So does that mean you're my uncle-brother? Or does that make Polaris by nephew-brother?"

"I see..." Very different from Dave's. "...If you don't want to be here... Does that mean you want to rest? What can we do to help you rest?" In the end, if both Nate and his shadow wanted the shadow to leave, then there had to be a way to help that. They just had to work together!

"Don't think I'll let my weaknesses get the better of me!" Silver shouted. "Pure power. In the end, that's what allowed you all to defeat the Blacklight. Even if the power came from something else..." He nodded. "I'll show you mine!" Two silhouettes appeared behind Silver like a trick of the...

"You don't have any memories of the world before Cibus at all?" Owen asked. Now this was curious. So this Shadow was all of the fears Nate had about this world, channeled into a single, quivering ball of oil, while Nate himself had the external persona of someone hardened and dismissive. It...

Owen nodded. "I already know that if I fought you, right now, I'd lose," he said, "and... I don't like fighting my friends unless I'm at my best. By the rules of dueling, that means you won, isn't it?" He tilted his head. "Dueling is a serious affair, right? You can't really choose when to duel...

Truffle didn't answer. Perhaps he no longer remembered. He only kept his focus on the empty space of the wall, absently petting Leg's disguise.

Out of Nate's view, Owen had made a few motions with his hand as he conjured Protects in case Nate tried that very thing; it would be trivial to put a barrier to halt him. "Well, you won't have to worry about being here for much longer," Owen said. "But is what you're saying... also applying to...

Owen looked at the blade, then at Mergo himself, frowning a little. "Catching me at the end of my training, when I'm not even expecting a proper fight, huh?" he asked, smiling. "That's smart, too, isn't it? ...Well, sorry, Mergo, but... I think I'll surrender this duel right at the start." He...

That light in Truffle's eyes was flickering again, even more than before, like an illusion that was finally disappearing. Perhaps Ionys wasn't the true master of those after all. "Leg..." She pressed against him again, quiet. "...I apologize for... frightening you. I must have gotten carried...

Maple, silent through it all, gave Truffle a small glance, the same glance that Truffle recalled from Ionys the night before. Perhaps their spirits were tied in more ways than one. "...It was none of your faults," Truffle replied. "I was... merely fighting at my best, was I not? And I had more...