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"Ha! An opening!" Sword giggled and made a mad-dash forward. "Gh... Be careful, Sword...!" Sword was gloating again, looking frantic and reckless. "I did a ton of hurt that time!" "Sword, wake up!" Shield shouted, but Sword was laughing again, gloating. So much so that her guard was down...

"That's true," Owen said. "I would. If I never changed back to normal, then I'd just be happy with what I did and mindlessly fought. I never cared when I was that way. But once I was back to normal--because that's eventually what happens, with this kind of condition--it... destroys...

Sword bristled. "What do you mean, already lost?! We've got you hanging by a thread! You don't stand a chance! Watch, I'm gonna beat Starr right now!" "Sword, don't fall for it! Brisa's the one they're trying to protect!" "Fat chance! Look at all those barriers! I bet Starr's swishy as hell!"...

"Ngh...!" Shield stepped back. Sword yelped in surprise, stopped only because Shield caught her in his arms. "Sword, are you okay?" he asked the Mew. "...D... damn it! How'd they hit me so hard?!" "It's--it's okay. You're okay." Shield growled. "Ha, of course I'm okay! Now, watch this, I--"...

Wishkeeper was faster this time, weaving to the left deftly despite his size. His embers flickered, taunting Mia; feints wouldn't work on him. This was a matter of pure speed and agility. "That's the scary part," Owen said. "I could still make decisions. It's just, the only decisions I wanted...

Owen nodded, taking a seat against the wall before gesturing for Wishkeeper to continue. "They gave me a state of mind where, if I switched in just the right way in my head, I wouldn't... hesitate to attack a target. I would attack, attack, attack. Battle mode, I guess. That, combined with my...

"No," Owen said. "I think that's maybe an extreme battleheart thing, maybe. I don't think it's this thorough like in my head. I was, uh, I went through some modifications in the past that changed how I thought in certain ways."

Cal frowned. He was just trying to get her to go away. How much did Bahamut know what he was doing was the wrong path, and how much did he try to justify it was the only one despite that? Still... he wasn't going to change from her words alone. She could only hope someone in his world could...

"Gah!" Shield skidded across the arena, tumbling until his chest spike got caught in the dirt, halting his flight. "Urgh..." "Shield!" The false Incineroar looked back, but then readied another volley for Starr. "No! Attack Brisa!" Shield called. "You can't damage Starr as well!" "Grr... What...

"Mm..." Cal looked up, thoughtful. He'd ignored everything else that she'd said. Was that because he was repressing it, or because it wasn't worth his time? One way or the other, there wasn't any point in her pursuing that, it seemed... "I guess," she finally said. "Keeping an eye out for...

Chapter 112 – From a Flower One last Hydro Pump for good measure, and Zena was certain that she’d warded Dark Matter away. With an angry huff and a defiant glare, she slithered only a little away from the tree that Owen had become to make sure the false Goodra was truly leaving town. Zena...

"You don't have happy memories?" Cal probed. "...I mean... I'm just saying... out of all the worlds, everyone here, yours is the only one that's hopeless, with only two dead options, and that's it? I just... don't see how that adds up, man. Especially after you mentioning that something about...

"Mm." Cal looked off. "I guess I have something a little different. Like, it kinda boils down to don't give up, I guess, if you simplify it, but... How come you consider yourself so exceptional?" She glanced at Bahamut.

"Aww, that's boooring! All you guys are doing is setting up?! I bet I can do better than that! Watch this! I bet you don't even have this attack prepared, but I know you have it!" "Sword, focus!" Shield warned. "Get an attack in! This isn't going to go easily!"

Cal frowned, thoughtful, but she knew nothing about it. She didn't really know how Bahamut's world operated, or why it worked the way it did, or the very nature of that world. "You might be right," Cal said, "but I don't really know if... that's everything there is to it, either. But... you...

"O-oh." Cal winced. That... Right. "...Fuck," Cal mumbled. "It's not... fair at all." She squeezed her fist a little, then looked off. "Can't feel happy... lost your family... lost your worlds..." She thumped her tail.

"I dunno..." Cal curled her tail. "It's hard to tell, sometimes. The memories I have are kinda foggy there." She glanced at Bahamut, frowning. "Well... if you can't remember ever being happy... Is there anything y'want anything for, y'know, for anything? ...Uh. Sorry. Dad's helpfulness might be...

Sword was punching the air again, doing uppercuts and kicks and tail slaps. She shifted between Charmander and Mew forms, getting very good at that, before finally settling on a form that mimicked Starr. She blew a kiss toward Brisa. Incineroar went over his usual theatrics, the one that...

Owen paused. "...Well... I think it might be depending on how society works, but it isn't the standard for how Charizard think. See, it's kind of like... it's always in the back of my head. Fighting, combat. Weak points, vital spots... It's annoying sometimes. And I'm worried that the way I look...

"Well, maybe Owen could, then. He's half your size. And I'm half his size. So. y'know." The false Charizard flapped her wings a little, then stretched. She settled down and sighed. "...Something about talking to you calms me."