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Mia looked blankly at him. "I don't want things that would mean I can't do the things I want. I'll avoid those things whether I'm afraid or not." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Dave thinks that's probably just how Scyther work in our universe. They're apex predators who can fly...

"I'm not afraid of anything," Mia said. "There are things I don't want to happen. But I'm not afraid."

Mia's eyes narrowed as she thought about it. "Dave wasn't there. He heard about it later from Jack. He just has memories of imagining it."

"The other me was killed," Mia said. "It only took one shot. That's why this body is better."

Oh, good, she knew. Did Brisa know? What the fuck. "Oh yeah, Silver moved into your... That's got to be a fucking time." Dave rubbed at his face. The headache probably wouldn't improve for a bit, would it. "I guess he's stopped acting like Giovanni?"

"I mean, when you first came in here worrying about Brisa I thought you meant because of something that'd happened afterwards. I was wondering if she'd finally asked you out or something. Why wouldn't she be fine?" He drank the rest of the glass and shuddered. Should he not be divulging that...

"Most people there don't like fighting except when Pokémon do it," Mia said. "They have laws about it. Dave says it's because humans are easily killed or permanently injured. I think it's also because they're not very good at it, unless they have guns."

"Well, yeah." Dave downed half of the glass and grimaced at the taste. "She's been beaten to hell and back before. You two go around fighting legends together for fun. I'm sure she's fine."

Dave popped a tablet into a glass of water, where it frothed as it dissolved, and squinted at Starr. "Look, you had a parasite take over your brain. Brisa had the Shadow Machine take over her brain once too. Shit happens on Cibus. There's not a fucking chance in hell she's holding any of that...

The Substitute tore in half, and Mia landed, satisfied. "In my world all Pokémon are battlehearts," she said after a moment. "Humans aren't. I think we all were but most of the others pretended they weren't."

Mia shrugged. "Breaker couldn't fix the parasite either. Maybe going into your brain is better." Maybe people should go into Dave's brain and remove whatever it was that was making him weird. He probably didn't want her to tell Owen that either. Mia built speed again, zooming back and forth...

He looked at Starr, padding over towards the kitchen to get some painkillers. "Why, what happened last night?" Fuck. Shouldn't have fucking fallen asleep. Had Starr just rejected her or something? Would be a bizarre fucking time to make a move on her, but then again Brisa'd yelled half of 'I...

Mia landed, keeping a displeased eye on the Substitute. "Sometimes I think about eating people but I don't," she said. "I like thinking it but actually doing it wouldn't be worth it. So I don't. It can't make me do anything." She cocked her head. "Does the battle mode activate when you don't...

Aggressive? Dave was mostly just a bit weird and then increasingly mopey when he was drunk. Was that something he didn't want her to talk to other people about? "If it wears off, then it's better if you just don't use it. You can still fight and be yourself. You even have Perceive. You don't...

Mia frowned at being dodged, eyes narrowing to glowing green slits. "But if it changes what you want, you'd be just as happy if you just stayed like that and kept fighting." She took off the ground, wings buzzing to build up speed, circling around Wishkeeper.

Mia walked in Wishkeeper's direction but kept her eyes on Owen, frowning. "So it made it so you couldn't make decisions anymore?" Without warning, she lunged towards Wishkeeper and the Substitute again.

Modifications? That was interesting. "Did they change you to be better at fighting?"

"Oh. Uh. Probably not? She's always out and about, being friends with fucking everyone." He squinted at the light again as he lowered his paw down to push himself up, feeling like death. He half-fell off the couch and shook himself. "She was with you last night, right? You, uh, all recovered, I...

"I do that too," Mia said. "Is that a battleheart thing in your world?"

"Mwuh?" Dave stirred at the sound of the door opening and someone calling. Was the front door unlocked? God. Why couldn't he just fucking sleep? He blinked, pulled his aching head up, tried to wipe off the spot of drool on the couch. He winced at the light streaming in through the windows...