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Owen chuckled a little without realizing it. "Almost out of time," he repeated to himself. "Yeah..." Cal shifted a little, leaning against the much larger Charizard. "It'll work out," she said. "I'm ready. I'm more worried about the fight." "I'm not," Owen said, pulling Cal close with his...

Owen blinked, not looking at Seyka, but once again trying to figure out if the strange Skarmory was joking or not. Metal birds. Always so hard to read. "I'll, uh, think about it."

"Uhh, I don't think I can do that," Owen said. "Turning into a tree and stuff has been pretty important for the fights lately." "You do look prettier like that," Cal remarked idly.

"Some vacation sounds nice, huh, Dad?" Cal jabbed him with her elbow. "Yeah," Owen replied, laughing. "Yeah, some vacation... Can't wait for that one. Maybe I'll take an off day."

Owen frowned. "I don't know. Maybe it's nobody's responsibility but my own if I choose to reconcile." Cal had gone quiet for a lot longer than usual. He brought his tail around her, pulling her close. "But knowing when it happens has been a lot better." "I hope you can find Remi again," Cal...

"Well, I ate my own head by accident once," Owen said, nodding. "But, uh, I don't think I ever forgot that one. But there are some things that are... hard to remember. Like past relationships that you left behind and they never knew why, and..." Owen's voice trailed off, flame dimming rapidly...

Owen nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I guess that's true, huh... Even if I forget, I'm still, you know, me. I didn't forget... everything." He smiled a little, flame burning a few steps brighter. "I kind of wish I could think that way more easily, Seyka. Maybe it would've helped me keep a cool head...

"Oh, uh, well, I mean, I do get paid," Owen said. "The pay is actually pretty good. I don't usually know what to spend it on, and, uh, the amnesia every few years can also mess with my finance tracking, so I end up donating a lot of it to community causes anyway..."

"Good luck," Diyem muttered, turning around. "He's the Zygarde. He is difficult to miss if you walk around town. I'm not in the mood to speak with him. Your words should be enough to get an answer."

Owen frowned, nodding. "Sometimes it is thankless. If you only save some people, they will focus on the ones we failed to protect. I don't think we can blame them for it, though. It's our duty to protect everyone. As many as we can. That's the bottom line." Owen nodded. "I've... had to protect...

"I'm... not really an Overseer in the true sense, I'm only affiliated with them," Eien said gently, her huge body lowering to the ground. "Still, Diyem, if the circumstances are extreme enough... It isn't as if they're totally rigid. Can't we try something?" "Mmmngh. We cannot, after what...

Diyem made a low growl, thoughtful, as he glanced at them. "I do understand," he growled. "I created distortion myself. I am a Dungeon maker. I am a Voice of Darkness. This is part of the process of such worlds. And I cannot interfere with such things." He unfurled one wing, revealing a curtain...

"Hmph. Never." Diyem shook his head. "The Overseers would have a field day with such realities. You'll be freed. That's their specialty. I, personally, would know." He turned around, about to march away, before he bumped into Eien's carapace. "What's the problem, dear?" Eien asked. Diyem...

"I don't really... do that whole philosophy thing too much, or, thinking about it that way," Owen said, narrowing his eyes at Seyka, "but you're kinda missing the fact that the other person doesn't have a say. It's different from sacrificing yourself, compared to sacrificing someone else. One is...

"And?" Diyem said, frowning. "People die. That's how life works." He crossed his arms, thoughtful. "I'm pretty sure I only acquired living spirits. What is this distortion? Dungeon capture? I've heard of worlds that do that. They all get freed eventually. That's how such worlds operate." He...

Diyem's home loomed in front of them like usual, its typical shadowy aura seeping through the cracks. By now, though, it had been a routine to meet up with their technically evil overlord. There was a growl from within and the door opened, the shadow Charizard staring them down. "What do you want."

The Pokemon were all watching in awe, and the waiter peered into the bowl just to make sure it had been cleaned. "It... really is empty. Amazing! I--I'll get the picture taker right now, just hold on!" And he rushed away, returning at lightning speeds with a huge looking, outdated, traditional...

Owen sighed. Seyka's reasoning always puzzled him because it always seemed to only be a close neighbor to logical, while still sounding like it made sense. Except, not really. "I guess only thinking about how things would reward me," Owen said, "isn't in my nature. I always think about how many...

"I don't really know if that's true," Owen said, frowning. "Just because we don't remember it doesn't mean it didn't happen. We're still going to be remembered by others. And there's no telling if we might learn about it again in the future, too. I think that alone is worth it." Owen glanced at...

Owen nodded, understanding very little of what Seyka had just said. Cal looked dizzy. "At least you have some time to unwind and think about things," he said, and took some time to settle into a more relaxed position himself. "What have you been risk-analyzing?" Owen asked.