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"Well, Vix and several familiars earlier tried to go to the moon and got blasted by some kind of Blacklight cannon along with Deoxys who they somehow roped into taking them there, so that's one explosion, I guess." Everyone seemed pretty sure the familiars'd drift down to Cibus eventually...

…Wait, Mia? Mia! What? I don’t know, just making sure you didn’t go to the fucking moon and get space-lasered like half the other familiars apparently just did. You’re still on Cibus? Yes. There was no point in going to the moon early with too few people. We know Soda is there. Okay. Good...

Soda was really not dealing well with all this mental damage, was he. Dave was not his fucking therapist, for Christ's sake; what the hell was he supposed to say to any of that? He looked at Soda for a moment before starting in on his burger. "Look, whatever was done to you, you're not broken...

Dave shrugged. "Maybe you're the contingency plan. In case he gets caught and fails to escape, you head off to the moon and set whatever it is he wanted in motion anyway."

Dave glanced over towards Giovanni's cell. "The whole obsession with the fucking moon had me pretty suspicious that he had something to do with it. Still does, if I'm honest. What if he just let you think you'd double-crossed him while actually having fucked with your memory so you'd do exactly...

Soda's plan continued to be the most insane apocalypse bullshit, and the fact it was coming out of the mouth of the same guy who'd just chosen to give him half the mozzarella sticks was just maddening. Dave shuddered, looking away for a moment. Then something occurred to him, and he turned back...

Dave exhaled. "Team Spectrum's a disparate band of whoever the hell Diyem got to agree to this. Some total nutjobs, some harmless weirdos, some decent people. Like you'd get with any group like this. But one way or another we're good at what we do. We get shit done. We save the day. Hard to...

Mmmm. Dave had really been hoping they could get somewhere with figuring out patterns to what had been erased. "You really have no idea what he's doing up on the moon? Was the thought process just oh yeah, going to the moon sounds like a great idea, let's do that? No plans for what you were...

Dave winced. "I was assuming the damage'd already been done. Can't break it more without access to you again, kind of thing." The idea of having your brain fucked with to a point where it'd just... deteriorate on its own, or just shatter if you thought the wrong thought, was fucking horifying...

4. What are some major events in the history of your world? The biggest non-canon historical events established in TQftL are the two times there was a portal between the Pokémon world and the animal world, i.e. ours. The ancestors of Pokémon world humans came there thousands of years ago...

Dave made his way past S'more and Giovanni's cells, holding a takeaway bag from the X-Eye Cauldron in his mouth. He'd wound up bringing several cans of beer (may as well leave him a few if he was staying long), a couple of burgers and fries in boxes, and a large portion of mozzarella sticks for...

The amount of milk you would need to have to make the moon out of cheese would be more than has ever existed on Earth. Cibus isn't big enough to have that many Miltank. It's probably just a normal moon made of rock, like other moons. Pause. Where do you get the milk on Cibus? Is it talking...

Mia does not like Joule. He killed Dave and she does not want to merge with him and he is too bright and it's annoying. It does not mean anything very important that he is her biological father. The other her didn't even have biological parents because she was engineered from open-source genomic...

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, no. Pretty glad we don't, personally. Better no god than praying you win the fucking God Lottery and get one that isn't some form of maniac liable to murder half the population or turn people into salt or whatever the fuck. God knows the gods people have made up...

But what I said means that we're full siblings, Mia said. If we all had different extra parents other than Eien and Joule, we'd only be partial siblings. If you want to have siblings you should be happy.

Come on, this is... Look, we already knew familiars are partly based on our energy or spirit or memories or whatever the fuck. What exactly does this change? There's still nothing biological involved. You can't just say we're 'parents' in some new sense now just because the stone's some kind of...

Dave nodded slowly. "Right. I'll swing by tomorrow with something from the Cauldron." He paused. "Guess you should avoid the extra-hot sauce. Do Substitutes eat?" On the one hand, the idea that Squiggly'd basically been some kind of unholy sperm cell was disconcerting, but on the other hand...

Dave's gut clenched. The thought of Substitutes being left to just run around independently, forks of his psyche, until the inevitable moment their fragile bodies were destroyed and nothing remained, was somehow worse than them all simultaneously disappearing. "Do you want to stay in the...

Dave opened his mouth and then stopped. There were obvious answers. The way that the notion of discrimination hadn't even computed for Puff, holy shit. Souls and afterlives? Only if Soda was to be believed souls actually existed back home, too, and were just conveniently undetectable and...

Dave watched Soda apprehensively. He didn't like the idea of the real Soda still out there obliviously believing in his apocalypse plan one bit, and couldn't be entirely convinced that him destabilizing as a result of learning the truth was worse than him going on in his delusion. On the other...