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There seemed to be a presence wrapped around Owen's torso like a cloud, or a serpent. Something between the two. It was invisible to Owen, perhaps even to his Perceive, or specifically to Owen. Perhaps it had been implanted when he was most vulnerable. But little tendrils from this hazy thing...

Owen balled up his fists, brow furrowed. "I won't," he said. "I'm just... worried." It's going to backfire. What if it's sealed for a reason? The more memories I get, the less happy I become. What if I was better off ignorant? ...I can't do that. "I need to know the truth," Owen said to...

"Strength... power... control..." Owen gulped. I'm always outclassed. I'm surrounded by gods, here and at home. I'̕l̨l͘ ̴n̢e҉ver be in ͟c̴ontr͝ol. While hesitant, Owen did step a little closer, staring the box down. It did nothing to react, yet the air was gradually cooling around them. The...

At the remark of Joule, Yellow rolled his eyes and shrugged, as if the very concept that Joule could be the mastermind of anything was so far removed that he hadn't even considered it. And, the way Joule behaved, that was probably true. He was either the greatest actor in the multiverse, or he...

"No, not like that," Owen said. "People who are aged and experienced and have seen more and know more. That's all." The inner thoughts said nothing this time. It didn't look like Owen had omitted anything from his truths. Wait. Don't do it. Wait. "Um," Owen cleared his throat. "I--I've never...

Fugu smiled faintly. "Fighting may come naturally, but other things do not. And to get better, you can only try." But certainly Brisa knew that. Perhaps hearing it would make it easier.

"Well, Giovanni's all cooped up in a cell, so he's out," Soda said. "I'm up on the moon, so that's covered. All the other puppets are held up, too. Only person left that's got anything to do with all this Blacklight is in that tree." He motioned inside. "Eien's probably the source. Maple's...

Old person, old grudges. At least you admit it. I try not to hold grudges. It's not healthy. "Yeah..." Owen followed, frowning. "I guess even people like you can have... you know. Biases." That stick across worlds. That color your perceptions later. That make you stuck. If the world changes...

Yellow, once again, seemed to be growing agitated with the issue being pressed. He regularly dismissed and waved off Dave's concerns until the end, where he finally said, "Alright, alright, I get it. Yeah, it's fishy, but it still seems like my best option, y'got it? Besides, everyone else is...

"You do have time," Fugu said. "Perhaps when you remember, when you have a moment alone with either of them, you can see. Do not let it eat away at you. How is this different to you, then, compared to preparing for a battle, or a mission? Is it... more personal?"

Owen gestured downward. "This town is a representation of a lot of my memories. Maybe all of them. Each house is a different part of it. There's one house in the outskirts that's a little different. It's weird. I think that's where the block is." But I can't do anything there. It's creepy...

"Finding your courage," Fugu said, nodding. "How will you do that?"

Fugu nodded along, furrowing her brow sometimes, and then relaxing them in others. "Perhaps you should ask anyway to be sure," she said. "From what has been told to me, these memories may go away, but they may also return. You wouldn't want to wake up one day to regrets. Communication is...

"Yeah." It's ridiculous. Part of a curse back home. It's nice to have things in order for once. "It doesn't really matter while I'm here, though. Once I go back to my real home, it's going to get scrambled again. Maybe one day I'll break the curse." Owen sighed. "...I guess it's only...

"A little," Owen said. Only a little because it's still hazy. A long, long time ago. You have a few things in common. I've never seen him as a crystal, though. He followed after Bahamut, drifting left and right to have something other than a static direction.

Fugu nodded. "You love them, then?" she asked, echoing something that Brisa had said during the battle. "It must be difficult when you know that it's all so fleeting. How do you see it now?"

"I do!" Owen replied enthusiastically, spreading his wings. Is this why he wanted to visit? No, he's just being nice. That's nice of him. What's he looking for? "I'll follow your lead," he said. "This town is pretty big, but I don't think we'll be able to go too far before getting turned around."

Yellow shook his head. "Nope. That was the point. In case somehow y'got us... kinda like this." He snorted, looking off.

Fugu's job was done for the time being, at least while Brisa gathered herself. She let Brisa go at her own pace and stood next to her, becoming someone to lean on. And there, she waited patiently.

Salazzle nodded, frowning. "That's an interesting one," she said. "Owen's around. I think I saw him around town. You know, they say he's a cryptid. Rumor is that people forget about him every few decades and a new Owen shows up to take his place." She walked past Bahamut. "Don't know about...