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This reminded Owen of a certain Mightyena, in a way. He wondered how far the similarities went. Still, he couldn't hear him talking, and, tentatively, wondered of another Shadow could hear him instead. Wishkeeper loomed silently, perhaps interpreting for Owen. "Scared... and never happy," Owen...

"Nu-uh!" Cal immediately countered. "I found a bar where you can fight between meals. So it's not picking fights, it's entering matches! It's like a mini colosseum! Poffin goes there all the time." She didn't even answer the gardening question; the answer was clear.

"Gah--you're quite strong," Truffle complimented, though his Substitute remained, and it seemed like it could take another battering without too much trouble. "Do not think that I am weak from my age alone!" It seemed like none of the hits had actually struck Truffle or the Substitute. There...

"Maybe." Cal scratched her cheek. "What're you gonna do once they go, anyway? Diyem's still talking with the Overseers, or something. Figure I'm gonna be hanging around Cibus for a while, maybe. Help out with reconstruction. Maybe some forestry at the Tree of Life, get that back to good order?"

"I'm not really sure. Maybe yours will just fade... I think Mergo wanted his to stay around as a companion for his Void Eterna, or something. Still..." He sighed. "It's probably a risk anyway for you, if you don't find a way to make peace with him. Doesn't look like he's very happy anyway..." He...

Owen frowned, looking at the Shadowy Nate, then at Nate himself. "Are you sure?" he asked, glancing toward Destiny Village. "...Did you ever talk to Mergo, by any chance? I talked with other me about him. Did you know that a Shadow of his still exists in other Cibus? Not a mirror of him... but...

Owen frowned, shaking his head. "I'm probably the most likely to forget everything for a long, long time, Nate. You'll be long dead and floating in some Overworld place by the time I remember anything here, if I had to guess. So... If you want me to help sort out whatever's going on here..." He...

Leg hissed, but she knew this would be coming. She already got to work repairing the disguise--it wasn't too much damage to it, after all--but there was a worrisome glint in her eyes at the same time, as if she was ready to pull something soon... Truffle, meanwhile, was muttering a few arcane...

To this, Cal smirked back. "Then I hope I get to find out if the same is true where Dad's from. He has a lot of optimism, but... well, it's not like that's answered the same way like it is here." She sighed.

"You can talk to him yourself if you like," Cal said. "The one you know is a few months older than the one Nero knows, actually. Before... something happened to him in his world. But, you know, I've talked to other-him, younger-him. He's about the same, deep down. His Cal was... more an aspect...

"All right." Ionys held up his hands, sighing. His ghostly form was just slightly see-through, and Truffle watched him with concern. "Why'd you call me?" "...You've... passed on, then." "I mean. Sure. Not really has the same impact since I went and took on spiritual duties right away, but. I...

"No, that's not it," Owen said. "I'm in the same situation as all of you right now... Well, aside from Bahamut. But the difference is... back home, where I'm from... I'd lost my memories, too. A lot of them. And eventually, I got them back. All of them." He looked away. "But the difference is, I...

Owen thought about it, tilting his head, and then nodded. "I guess it is personal," he said. "I've been going around trying to find everybody to see if they're alright. If they're ready to go. It's personal because... I envy all of you for having this kind of opportunity in the first place, I...

There was a flash--very briefly--of a deep darkness in Owen's eyes, but then he smiled and it was gone just as quickly. "Well, think about it!" he replied cheerfully. "If you got your memories back, you'd think about how you wasted that time here, or something like that, you know? Things you...

"I guess so," Owen said, deciding that pursuing this line wasn't going to do any good if they couldn't agree on the premise. From this angle, at least. "Never know when they'll come back, though. Diyem said once the hero's aura fades, there's no telling when they'll come back. ...And there's...

"In a roundabout way," Owen said, nodding as he sat down. The sheer tremor would be nearly enough to knock Nate off of his feet. "It's pretty optimistic to think that you'll forget all your problems in a week. Possible, maybe... but not the only outcome we know of."

"...There is no telling how much will be remembered, and how much will carry over in some other way," Wishkeeper said. "This nihilistic view that everything here won't matter... is the lazy approach. The optimistic one." He loomed over them, but then disappeared into Owen with parting words...

"Nate..." Owen sighed. "I noticed you had a lot of trouble during that fight. That could have been a serious issue had Diyem not been guarding you... If we weren't combating our own darkness, Diyem had to cover for us. Takes a lot of energy..." "Perhaps he picked up on your slack, too,"...

Cal's embers flickered a little, looking at Bahamut. Then, to Destiny Tower, and then back at Bahamut. "...Well, anyway," she said, "I guess if you put it that way, it makes some sense... But people usually use it to say that, it wasn't their fault, something else made something happen, y'know...

"The will of causality..." Cal frowned, tilting her head. "That reminds me of something Dad once heard. That sometimes, things that happen are due to the will of greater powers, like Legends or gods. This 'causality' thing sounds like a force like a god." She leaned back ."Dad didn't like it. He...