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"...Wish I could fall asleep that easily..." Owen crossed his arms. "...Just... move him near the garden," Diyem muttered, gesturing toward the left. "Where's his Ultra Shade, anyway? Perhaps that one should tend to him."

"Well, nobody went and beat them up in time, I guess," Chip said. "If you make them weaker by an external force--you know, attacking them--the Parasite would go look for a new host. Since that never happened, the Parasite... just took over. Or, in S'more's case, maybe it... simply was...

"Possibly..." Owen hummed. "Then again, this is all probably being translated. Maybe that's something from Diyem's world that we just hear about universally..." Diyem waved them off. "If you're done checking on me, and you're satisfied, I was in the middle of an afternoon nap."

"I didn't get it for a while, either," Owen said. "But it's a term that equates your 'heart' with your emotions and feelings. So, sharing your feelings with one another." Owen rubbed his chin, thoughtful. "I think it came from an old, old belief that the mind was actually in your heart. Which...

Owen sighed, shaking his head. "Well, at least you're kind of looking at the bright side of things," he said. "And how have you been doing, Owen?" Eien asked. "You and Cal." "Been holding up fine," Owen said, nodding. "Cal and I had a heart to heart, uh, in our storm place. It worked out...

"I meant 'right now' as in, you know... at the time you came here," Owen said. Diyem nodded. "Due to the way I took you from your worlds, time has not progressed where you came from." "How chilling to think there is someone by my species name capable of something like that," Eien said. "Or...

Eien studied Bahamut, nodding. "...There is still, in a small way, something selfless about how you saw your situation." "Maybe there's someone in your world trying to fix it right now," Owen said. "Who knows, right?" "There is little point in speculating," Diyem said dismissively. "...But it...

Chip nodded. "S'more might have been different. His was an encounter with Blacklight Mewtwo, and he's still recovering with Diyem. But of what we've been able to gather... It might have been an accelerated process. Copied the body since S'more's a bit too small to properly hide inside, for...

Eien nodded. "Every world is different. Some do not accept help. Others, you sometimes need to identify the problem... take it out, and leave. In fact, a world like Cibus is quite rare. I nearly destroyed their whole world--and decimated a whole archipelago--and yet, here I am, accepted with...

"Well, it's only theoretical," Chip said, "but I think that's what might have happened if someone with an Eterna Parasite was overpowered naturally, instead of by an external force. Perhaps that was what happened to Xerneas before he was placed somewhere else to not raise suspicion, same for...

Eien nodded. "It's a sad fate no matter how you look at it," she said. "But... Bahamut, I do not think you understand. When I gave you the very power that could be used to kill me, it... it gave me peace of mind." Owen seemed briefly shocked, but he hid it. He nodded along; the realization...

"Eh?" Chip asked, fidgeting again. "I, er, I... What do you mean, again? I don't waste time! E-everything I do is for the sake of scientific advancement and research! I, well, I mean, I'm for the sake of scientific advancement!" He floated this way and that. "Buffet looked, Xernatus looked, it...

"I guess so," Owen said, frowning. "Oh... and Bahamut," Eien said, her pupils dimming. "I want to thank you. Really. For all that you did to help me, I... owe you a great deal, don't I? Without your help, I do not think my rescue--and in general, all of this--could have gone nearly as well as...

Owen was quiet. "I'm just fine, thank you," Diyem muttered. "Eien has a special technique that can nullify energies and manipulate spirits, weakly. I cannot do such things to myself... but Eien can to me. She can suppress the reaction I get to positive emotions. My spirit has a tendency to slip...

"I am perfectly fine, thank you," Diyem said. "Are you sure?" Owen asked. "What? Why?" "Well..." Owen glanced uncertainly at Cal, then at Bahamut. "You're doing that thing you aren't supposed to do," Cal said, pointing at her own face. "And that is..." "You're smiling, and, like, there's...

"Results? What was that about results?" Chip emerged from his office and tilted his head. "Finding Soda? Still working on that. It's pretty hard. Oh, but I was able to figure out where the two Substitutes we do know are, so that's a good first step! But the range is only to within the city...

"Oh, Diyem tried cooking a few weeks ago," Eien explained.

"Hey! I'm not some tiny kid anymore, you know!" Cal protested, slithering into the window. "Tiny to us," Owen hummed, deciding instead to take the door. He could already tell what was inside, though, and that the door was unlocked, so he pushed it open and stepped through. Diyem was lounging...

"Well, that's partly why I want to check on him," Owen admitted. "Diyem kind of lost it the last time he got exposed to Eterna energy. Just want to make... absolutely sure he's okay and stuff."

"We were thinking about checking on Eien and Diyem, but then, uh, we found that you... were... here." Owen paused. "Is everything alright? You know, there's still time to get a home somewhere on this street." "Does the air around you get steamy when it rains?" Cal added helpfully.