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"...He might have copied it or something," Owen said. "But Buffet knows a thing or two about spirits, and he seems confident that Xernatus isn't Xerneas, or doesn't, you know, contain him. He's someplace else. Or maybe he's... No, Bean would have told us if that happened..." Owen hummed...

Owen shook his head. "I should have spoken up about Soda sooner. The fact that I couldn't read him. But maybe I was just... I don't know. Maybe that was Mewtwo's influence keeping me quiet... Or that's just what I'm telling myself. I don't think I should shift blame like that." Owen didn't seem...

Owen was too far away to hear them, but in the stands, he was excitedly talking with a few other random audience members about it, miming a few of the battle moves that had been done by the fighters while finishing entire hot dogs in one bite.

Owen smiled sadly. "...Yeah. Yeah, some of the things I remembered are... painful." He sighed. "Mostly people I've left behind. Or who left without me. A lot of people I just forgot about that are long gone, no matter what I want to do now. And... I don't think Diyem is going to let me take...

"I do," Owen said with a little laugh. "It's... I'll be honest, it's surreal to not have any gaps in there anymore. Back home, I was used to that hazy feeling or blank spots in my head. I thought it was just... normal, subconsciously. Now that I can remember everything, or, you know, as much as...

"Made him tick, huh..." Soda hummed and leaned back ."Aaah, that's all boring stuff. D'you really think it matters anymore? I already won. I beat that Mewtwo guy to the punch. He tried to race me by splitting himself up but I'm the Substitute master here. Sure, I'm a little weaker, but nothing...

"We might have learned more, but he also wasn't responding to anything. And touching him... You might have gotten the same kind of possession I had. That would be trouble..." He rubbed his chin, thinking. "But S'more... That's true. Something about him is different. And S'more isn't exactly...

Silence followed, but it was a contemplative one as Owen tried to sort through what he knew. "...I think... we should assume that Blacklight Mewtwo was never holding back, or if he was, it was because there was no chance that he'd be able to get through us when he needed to. If we work off of...

"Deoxys, huh?" Soda tapped his chin. "Lots of sunlight if you want to go the slow way. Or give him a host body, usually something powerful. Karat offering? I feel like he wouldn't mind sharing a body for a few years. And he's got the chops to survive the process, easy."

"Of course." A little formal, Bone reached out to shake Brisa's paw, then looked to Nugget and Tender. "I think we've all earned a good rest, and maybe a wash, after all that... wouldn't you agree?" The two nodded, and Bone bid a brief farewell to Brisa. "Well. Thank you for the battle...

"Oh, that was me. Warning shot. It shouldn't have been lethal to anybody I spotted on the way." He wiped his nose. "I mean, it might've killed a Spectrum person or two, but you know, you guys kinda spit on death and call it a bitch." Buffet seemed to be growing uncomfortable again. But he...

Tender rose first, followed by Nugget, and both went to help Bone get back to her feet. Out of all of them, Bone had certainly pushed herself the hardest, with Incineroar taking some extra time to make sure they were all in good shape. "Perhaps in my prime, I wouldn't have lost..." Bone sighed...

"Er... take care..." the waiter waved, tilting his head. "...They're an odd bunch..." He decided to clean up, left with a lingering feeling of unease as Bahamut disappeared down the road. <><><>

"...You're right..." Owen trailed off, humming. "I mean... it's not like I don't know how it works at all. In fact, when I was fighting it off in my own head, it felt like I knew exactly what to do to get it out. But that was my reality. I had control. And my friends helped me remember that...

Owen nodded. "I'm not really sure. I do know that it might have something to do with, you know, Mewtwo being there, or just Diyem being weak, or something... But combating it?" Owen sighed, curling his tail around the table to take up less space. The heat of his flame briefly brushed against...

"Well... Yes, I think I remember that. Though, isn't she...? Well--according to rumors, at least..." The waiter, a Machoke, glanced away.

"I heard about that," Owen said. "It might have been because... at the time, Diyem was weakened. You see, when I first fought those Magikarp and, uh, lost, Diyem was channeling way too much energy into me to take them down. He strained so much that I think he lost connection for a little while...

"E-eheh..." Owen's flame dimmed a little, but he kept a smile. "It's kind of eventful but at least it worked out. I'm just worried about what could have happened, I guess..." He sighed, glancing around. He kept his voice quiet--he was getting good at that--and added, "It's... not a good feeling...

"My overwhelming charisma," Soda replied with a toothy grin, hands on his hips. "And I guess they just listen to divine power. Probably an instinct thing. One or the other. It's probably the first more than the second."

"Hmm..." Owen rubbed his chin, thoughtful, but then took a seat across from Nate. He didn't use a chair and was still a little too big for it. "I might try that. I was also seeing if there were any mega-sandwich places. I know there was a restaurant somewhere that used to be too much for me...