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"D-don't look at me!" Owen said, holding up his hands. "I thought we were talking about getting it going in the woods! Not this!" He pointed an accusatory claw at Aria. "I think you're a fake! Maybe Soda's pulling a prank on me again!"

"It's been great, actually," Owen said, less cheerful, but still happy, as he tended to go. Brisa knew her Owen well enough to tell that this was genuine. "Before I got here, I asked Diyem how Cal was doing. She's fine. I mean--my Cal, that is. I think the memories she came from were different...

"Yeah!" Owen said, "And when--wait, rope? What are we talking about?" The brief cheer that Owen had gave way to a perplexed expression. "...Why are you able to conjure that so quickly?"

"This is always how picnics go," Owen said to Ben, frowning. "Especially if it's out in the open. Right?" He thumped his tail on the ground, but then stumbled a little when the actual thump offset his weight more than expected. Owen seemed to brighten a little when Aria mentioned Cal, but then...

"And I'm gonna be there to cheer you on! ...From here, I mean." He gave a sheepish smile, looking off. "...The Owen you know is probably gonna get caught by Aria pretty quickly. Not sure what she's gonna do to him."

"Outdoor fun?" Owen asked, his tail flame igniting a little more. "You mean... when we can get physical?" There was a creeping, wide smile crawling along his mouth. He seemed to have forgotten whatever Ben had asked about.

Reshiram blinked, looking left, then right, and then where Mergo had once been. "Gone," he remarked to himself, frowning. He understood Mergo's relationship, perhaps literally, to the other Reshiram of that other Cibus. And perhaps an even more troubled one to whatever Reshiram existed in the...

"Mergo isn't that bad," Owen said quickly. "And, Sparky, er, I don't... really remember, um, I mean, maybe. I don't think he came with us to fight Team Spectrum, though, right?" He nodded, crossing his arms. "Sparky, though... No. I don't think that was his name... Maybe something similar." He...

Reshiram tilted his head, thoughtful. It was clear that Reshiram didn't know Mergo very well; he wasn't that other one, the one he knew. But he was speaking with a sense of familiarity that would likely come from someone who knew the concept of Reshiram. So, catching up to that sense, that was...

"I was... rooming with... uh..." Owen laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "Y'know, I don't think I remember either. I guess my memory's more sealed than I thought after all. Oh well. I'm used to it at this point." He nodded at Ben with an oddly serene smile. "It's nice to relax for once...

"Heh heh heh... All right. I think I see your game. But you can't beat what you can't hit! C'mon! Oh, unless you have a plan? Yeah, let's see how that goes!" As usual, some members of Team Spectrum were watching from the stands. Owen--both Owens, this time--were focused on the fight, but they...

"A very utilitarian approach," Reshiram commented, thoughtful again. "Another question Zekrom would have asked me. Another argument I've had when I was younger... Perhaps one I still would, given the right circumstances. But consider this." Reshiram folded his wings again, laying out a...

But Owen's horns had been lost in the couch, and he didn't sense the subtleties. Instead, he frowned and said, "Hey, it's alright. You just went around and told me that we'll be strong, right? That if we could do the stuff we did, then it'll be the same back home. I bet you'll find something...

"The part you hate, huh." Soda hummed. "Yeah. I'd be pretty pissed about that side of me following me around... but it's also me. Kinda funny to think about. Shoving that guy around is just hurting yourself in a roundabout way." He scratched his ear, thoughtful, before looking down at Shadow...

"The truth," Reshiram said, "was that the upstream village was being reckless with their resources, and contaminated the river with their trash, while taking too much from the river. Unsustainable. Other nearby villages caught wind of this after realizing where it all stopped, and confronted the...

"Right, right... Your Shadows. Y'know, I didn't really get a manifestation like that with my Blacklight. Maybe it's a Diyem thing... The hell're they supposed to be?" Soda glanced at Shadow. It seemed he couldn't hear him, but he did ask, "Are you part of him? I guess it's like that Wishkeeper...

"The day'll come soon where I am ready..." Owen echoed this, weighing it in his mind, and then nodded. "Right. I guess that's true, huh? After all, he's still standing... Still ready to go back. He's not begging to go somewhere else, or anything like that. So that means there's still hope in...

"Tsk." Soda was waiting nearby, sitting on the top corner of Flesh's head. The gargantuan creature looked nervous, and wasn't in any kind of disguise this time. It was really him, the full-sized Guzzlord. "Taking both of us on at the same time is pretty much asking to be defeated, y'know," Soda...

"Goddamn, he even did some symbolism on you?" Soda asked, scoffing. "Guy tried that on me, but I don't care how many centuries he has on me, he's an idiot." He tapped his arm with his free hand, then took another bite. "...Still, I dunno if that guy would say something like that deliberately. He...

Owen smiled a little nervously, nodding. "Yeah, uh... Y-yeah." He sighed. "Guess I'll always worry about what's coming, but if he can still keep a smile, it'll probably work out. I know he and I have the same memories, though. Even the stuff that was buried away. Just, you know. It's sort of a...