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Dave had a bunch of things to do. The parasite. Flesh. But when he made his way outside, wincing at the sunlight, headache marginally better but still very much present, what he actually did was order Cauldron takeaway again. Several beers, some steak sandwiches, two portions of mozzarella...

"No, I'm... I should get going anyway." Dave heaved himself back off the couch. He could take a hint. Besides, he did have shit to do. Interrogate the parasite. Try to find the last Substitute. Talk to Flesh. Yeah. Some of that. Probably.

Dave rubbed his face. Fuck. Shouldn't have said that. He did not have anywhere close to the energy to go through the entire explanation of the Pokémorphs right now. Especially when his track record for explaining it to former humans so far involved one guy digging drunken memories out of his...

He looked up. What? "No, I'm... I've got kids who need me. My daughter Jean. Who else is going to fight for them? Not fucking Howard." God. He laid his head back down on the arm of the couch. "Shame Jean's never going to meet Brisa," he muttered. "Would've loved her. Or you, for that matter...

That fucking sucks. Yeah. That was one way to put it. "It's not like Cibus isn't fucking nuts. Full of gods and world-ending threats and weird bullshit, new fucking existential threat every week. Two of them this week, go figure." Fucking Soda. The teetering madness in his voice, everything...

Dave took a breath. He'd thought to himself a few times earlier on that he couldn't wait to go home and forget any of this ever happened, hadn't he. Fuck. "Well, my world is a shithole. There's no tangible force of friendship and determination. Kids confronting gun-toting lunatics just fucking...

Starr looked almost confused, somehow. A kid who'd been made to hunt people down. Dave's psychic grip tightened on the bottle, and he downed the rest of it in one gulp before dumping it on the table with the others. And what, of all people to send after these plucky kid rebels, to hunt them...

1. Have you read Animorphs before? If so, when and how far did you get through the series? If not, do you know anything about the series? A couple of years ago, I read the first book, and just started the second - like, a few pages in. Then I got distracted by other things, though I've been...

Shit. Fucking hell. Dave dragged a paw over his face. It wasn't like it even fucking mattered. Why should he even care what Starr's friends over in a different universe told their parents about their Team Rocket escapades that had fucking nothing to do with him. "Look, I'm sorry." He sighed...

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Mia cocked her head. "It is good to have other people who like fighting. We should fight sometime. Maybe after I hatch."

Jesus. What was even going on in that world? He put the bottle back on the table, slumped back on the couch. Did he want to know? Probably not. "Not that much of a lie, huh. Great. What about before this nine-month break from hunting down criminals?" (These kids had been doing this for the...

Mia looked blankly at him. "No. We will be fine. Even if we don't save Eien. There doesn't have to be somebody else who knows how to be me. The other me didn't have anyone like that either."

"I mean, nobody's spying on everyone 24/7, but this is kids as young as ten we're talking about. You can't just send a fucking ten-year-old out to fend for themselves for a span of months and shrug and hope for the best without some kind of assurance that someone will notice if something goes...

"I mean, yeah, but kids stay on the routes and trainer transport. There are adults around, rangers making sure you're not wandering off somewhere you could get eaten, or getting into fights with fucking criminal gangs. If you want to go off doing whatever at your own risk you need to be eighteen...

"Then Diyem could just as well do that," Mia said. "Eien wouldn't know any more than him."

"Yeah, well, good track record or no, kids have no business trying to take down people with guns." Dave took a swig of his drink and put it down on the coffee table. At least Starr didn't like this one bit either. "So, what, in your universe kids just go on a trainer journey and nobody worries...

"I know that. But if we don't become Eternatus, then Eien doesn't know how to make us strong or learn about ourselves either. We'll be something new."

"Maybe." Mia paused. "Do you think we will become Eternatus?"

"Yes. This one absorbs impact. Eternatus has solid armor. That would be nice."