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"Yes." Fugu nodded, and then started to move out of the room. "Brisa, did you intend to sign up for any therapy, by any chance?" Fugu stepped out, leaving the door open so Brisa could follow.

"It may be of help," Bean said, nodding. "Owen has been very well-adjusted thanks, in part, to his cooperativeness. I'm sure he's raved about it to you now and then." "You are hesitant," Fugu stated, and then she looked toward the others. "I believe we are done here? WAs there anything more for...

...What.

Fugu stared at Brisa, saying nothing, though something seemed to have caught her attention. "I suppose one way is to just tell everyone to come here for a checkup," Bean said. "You know, a lot of Team Spectrum hasn't really come here despite the recommendation. I suppose a lot of them think...

"...Yeah. I know. I was there." Soda stared at Miles.

Lunala didn't say anything back, though his head lowered, pensive. If this really was Giovanni, or some aspect of him, what exactly did that mean for the Mewtwo? And what did that mean for how they would treat Lunala going forward? What would happen when Lunala gained the power to create...

"Nothing is really limiting us other than their compliance," Bean said, frowning. "That's not easy sometimes... But if it's for the sake of the world, perhaps we could convince them." "I doubt it will be much of a problem," Fugu commented. "The ones who refuse could be suspicious all on their own."

The way Breaker seemed to move about within Brisa's mind was surreal and serene. She drifted along with the currents, not touching anything, not so much as lingering anywhere that she did not need to. Her quiet presence was no more prominent than an imaginary friend, perhaps just slightly more...

"If you wish." Breaker approached, and Bean looked startled. "Um, wait, now? What? Did I miss something?" "You did not. Hold still. I search." Brisa would feel a sudden presence, but it was oddly gentle. Breaker, despite the name, seemed to be performing her moves very delicately, like a...

"Now that we know what to look for, it shouldn't be very long at all, should it?" Bean looked to Breaker. "I know the path. Pattern is the same." Breaker nodded. "I will find it easily."

The door opened one last time, and in came a Samurott with a stern expression and muscular build. "Bean," she greeted. "Good to see you, Fugu!" Bean grinned. "We're all here, now." "I have little to add," Fugu said, stepping toward the last empty seat in the room. "I did not have any of them...

"I do worry about that..." Bean looked down. "Pop is going to be devastated... How would--we have no idea how that happened. Is he somewhere in the astral plane...? Surely Buffet would have found him." He sighed. "We don't really know what to think of it, especially since he's so much like...

"...Yes. For Silver and Giovanni, little. They are too strongly sealed. So there is little more to learn... But with S'more. Yes. I do have something to say." Her eyes seemed grave. "When I navigated his memories... It was like looking at a painting. A background, with some details in the...

"He showed signs of... distress, from what I gathered," said Bean. "But he hid it very well. Wheat was the one who picked up on it." The Xatu nodded. He still didn't give off any sense of telepathy. Perhaps he wasn't on duty for it, or he used it in different ways. "Giovanni is calm, outwardly...

"Don't ignore me," Lunala hissed, ghostly energy flowing through his wings. "Do you really think I would die that easily? That I could be replaced?! I'm..." He seemed trapped. "This is absurd. Go away. I don't need this kind of talk." He turned around, staring at the dead campfire, celestial...

That silence settled in. Lunala looked left, right, like it was some kind of prank and soon they'd all show up to laugh at him. But none came. "...You're insane, then." Lunala looked away, but something about what Nate said seemed to shake him. "I'm not... my father. My father is... a...

"Yes," Lunala said slowly, trying to run it by Starr very slowly, so she could really, really understand it. "I remember being Silver. Based on your description. So it seems pretty clear that I'm Silver. Who else would I be?"

Lunala squinted at Starr. "Your team said I was Silver and seemed pretty confident about it. A lot of things add up, aside from my missing memories. Who else could I be?" He shifted, looking cautious. "...And why are you staring at me like that?" There was no way Giovanni would keep up a bluff...

Silver rolled his eyes and looked away. "What, does it matter? My mind was apparently totally erased. If it comes back, that's great, but... There's no point in fighting it the same way over and over. And with so much sealed, I obviously, therefore, would be missing something. I—" Silver looked...

"I—" Silver paused, then looked down. A wing went to his chin, like he hadn't considered that before. He had memories of his team sealed somewhere in there. So he was obligated to get them back, wasn't he? Silver thought and thought. And then thought some more. Finally, with an odd and aloof...