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"Guess I am," Owen said with a laugh, leaning back. "Sometimes we forget how crazy other worlds can be, including, y'know, our own," Altowen said. "You think it'll always be that way?" "Maybe all worlds are crazy and we just don't know it."

"Until some random outworlder finds it or something," Owen said. "...I also... kinda have some suspicions that all the other planets aren't... er... real. But that, uh, that's another problem... Long story."

"Not my fault, huh..." Soda sighed, rubbing his forehead. "It was my claws. It was my thoughts. It was everything except the Parasite ignited it all. Sure... it wasn't me, I guess, but... it's hard to dissociate it. I saw it, I did it..." He sighed, looking down.

"Maybe..." Owen considered this. "Impenetrable is sort of hard to do. Never say never and all that." "Yeah. I was told that I'd never be able to court someone, once, but that turned out fine!" Altowen grinned. "Yeah!" Owen nodded. "But, er, I guess never say never doesn't come in our favor here."

"N-no, I meant, making it some inert power means someone might just grab it and start the cycle all over again," Owen said, puffing his cheeks. "...And it turned me into a Grass-type. For a little while."

"Well, um, transferring it into something inert is what led me into, uh." Owen made a gesture and conjured a small bouquet of flowers from his hand. He paused, staring at it, not knowing what to do with it next, so he offered it to Bahamut. They smelled fragrant. "But you might be onto something..."

"That's true..." Owen's flame grew just slightly. Despite Bahamut's pressing, he seemed to be taking it all in like it was plain advice rather than any pointed words. "Get rid of it..." He trailed off, weighing that. "...Get rid of it... How?" He sighed. "The power being fought over is...

"I thought so," Owen replied, sighing. He wasn't sure why he asked. He knew that would be the answer, especially from Bahamut. Altowen seemed pensive, too, by this answer. "Everything is this... tenuous balance right now. If any one pillar goes down, the rest will try to make a move and I just...

Owen fiddled with his fingers. "Yeah. That, um. For a good five hundred years or so I lived a normal life and kept forgetting my age. And the other one was sealed inside someone else's spirit." He sighed. "...Both of those seals broke recently. I don't... know if it's worth going back into that...

"I--I hope I'm not," Owen said quickly. "We're definitely not," Altowen said right after. "We aren't the ones going around and, er... You know, causing death and destruction and all that chaos stuff." "Imagine... someone kind of like you," Owen said, "who is full of despair and doesn't really...

"So... Say you have a friend, or, like, someone you used to work really closely with," Owen began. "Someone you wanted to help out of trouble, but it involved, you know, some questionable things. And say, maybe while you were once helping out, things changed and... um..." He trailed off. "What...

"B-bitter?" Owen chirped. "You do seem gloomier," Altowen commented. "I mean, I guess I was possessed by an Eternatus parasite thing... and also there's the whole Wishkeeper thing..." "Wishkeeper!" Altowen leaned forward. "Wow! I haven't heard that name in... a long time!" "Yeah, er, well...

"Hope is just a concept where we're from, too," Owen said. "We need to take action if we want anything to be done. Which, I guess, you know, it's what you're doing back home, too, in a way." "Oh, he's trying to save the world?" Altowen asked. "...Yeah," Owen said, mercifully letting Bahamut...

Owen and Altowen seemed unconvinced. There was a missing piece. "You were happy before," Altowen said. "Why can't you be happy again?" "Mmm, say you destroyed Eternatus and freed everyone trapped," Owen said. "You'd move on to another place. But, your wife... What led you to meeting her, made...

The spear haft hit the ground, and Salem's ears flattened back against her skull, her hands flying up in a useless defensive posture. As the chains began to emerge, tears welled up in her eyes. "N-no, it's too early! I was going to help figure it out! I'm clever, I promise, I'd help make a...

"Hmm..." Altowen and Owen both hummed, thoughtful. "And that whole realm is huge. You'd have to search for a while..." "Then again, you also have a while," Altowen added. Owen nodded. "Reminds me of someone I know back home. He also has trouble with the... happy thing. He usually moved things...

They both seemed to understand on a basic level, nodding. "And you can find something else later, too," Altowen said. "If he can't feel joy, though, he needs to find a way to get it back. Cal said it might be something... external that did it." "Maybe his first goal should be finding a way to...

"I should've died a long time ago, too," Altowen said. "And I've lost some people that I'm never going to... be the same with ever again. To them, and to me, we're alive to each other, but gone. I don't really... know if that's better, but it's still a loss... forever. And--trying to fight to...

Altowen frowned. "It's not like you're the only person in the world who has to lose someone. Even in my world, dying means you can be away from them for too long... to the point where you aren't the same people when you'd met... But people can still move on and find new things to be happy...

"Well," Altowen said, "I guess if you keep thinking like that, you'll fulfil your own prophecy..." "He said he's not able to," Owen replied, frowning. "I think Bahamut's best hope is if someone from his world can force something to knock him out of his current path, somehow."