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Nate goes to visit Diyem. Did other-Diyem tell him about this thing with shadows being able to, like, take on a life of their own? Is that a thing that can just happen? Asking for a friend.

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"Yeah?" Nate said. He wasn't entirely sure he bought that--well, maybe the "as I'll ever be" part; knowing what Owen was going back to, and the way he sometimes clung to cheer. But who knew? Nate doubted he'd get a straight answer if there was something more going on. "That's good, then. Hope...

Rocky brightened for a moment, the end of his tail flicking. "Me, too! Cal's really nice. I'm glad I'll get to know all my siblings better." "Well, that's good," Nate said. He studied Owen for a moment, head tipped to one side. "What about you, then? Ready to go? Feeling good about it?"

"Oh, yeah?" Nate asked. "I always thought you two were pretty tight." Rocky tucked the shadow mudkip back into his bag and closed the flap over it. The sides of the bag moved fitfully for a couple seconds while the shadow settled down inside, then stilled. Rocky stood there awkwardly, unsure of...

"Ain't a dark secret so much as a stupid one," Nate said. "Diyem gets enough shit as it is. And he don't owe me jack. But sure. I'll think about it." Rocky edged a little closer to the shadow mudkip, who hadn't moved besides the tears that continued to well from beneath his eyelids. "Do you...

A troubled frown briefly passed across Nate's face. "I haven't," he said. He looked over at the shadow mudkip, who had closed his eyes, maybe trying to pretend he wasn't there now that no one was talking to him. "It's kind of seriously fucking embarrassing, you know?"

"Really?" Nate spread his hands, taking in the shadow mudkip, which had turned away from him, already knowing what was coming. "I don't want that thing, like dripping on my soul or whatever the fuck. It's disgusting. I am absolutely not touching that, much less merging with it or whatever the...

The shadow mudkip pressed himself down even further into the sand, until it looked as though he was melting into it. He shivered violently, as though even considering the question was painful. "I think... I think the only way is for me to, to, to go back to being... part of Nate." "Not...

"I don't think so. I don't really know what happens when I'm not... here."

"I... I don't know," the mudkip said, clutching miserably at the gritty sand under him. 'I've only ever been here."

Owen looked like he was settling in, but there was no way Nate was going to put up with this shit much longer. He got back to his feet, dumping his latest handful of sand, and brushed his hands together to clean them off. "What do I want?" the shadow asked. "What I want is... for everything to...

The shadow nodded miserably. "He can't... yes." The other question was much harder. "Why?" The mudkip shuddered sniffling and wiping at one eye, to no effect. "I don't understand. This is just how I am. I've always been this way."

Oh, right. He had said that. Nate rubbed his face as he watched the gallade jog off into the distance. God, he just wanted to go back to sleep. It was way too early for fucking thinking. Worse, now he had to carry this sack of shit with him all the way down to the fucking beach. Nate slipped...

"I didn't say shit!" Nate protested. "And forget a fucking week, I don't gotta put up with none of this shit for five fucking minutes if I don't want to. You'd better make this real damn quick." The shadow seemed confused by Owen's question. He blinked uselessly and shivered under the...

Nate snorted. "A damn sight more than some of the busybodies around here who won't butt out with their fucking advice. Wouldn't have bothered asking if I thought you didn't know shit." Regardless, it was clear the gallade--or whatever--wasn't in a chatty mood. "But whatever. Good luck finding...

Nate met Owen's glance with a grim scowl. He was scooping up gritty sand and squeezing it out between his fingers, over and over again. The shadow mudkip cringed. "I don't think the real Nate would like that," he said. "I don't... what am I of? I..." He dragged at his face with arms that...

"I'm a shadow," the mudkip said. He picked at the sand in front of him, which was slimy from the tears that continued to run from his eyes. "I don't think it matters what you call me. Sorry."

The huge shadow charizard trying to look nonthreatening sure was something. Nate smirked and stayed where he was, content to let Owen and his shadow get all up in the mudkip's business if that's what they were so keen on. Rocky wasn't really sure if he should stay where he was or move away. He...

Nate clearly wanted to object, but Rocky gave him a warning look. He sighed. "Fine, whatever. But the thing don't actually talk much. It's mostly just crying." How you are on the inside, for fuck's sake. That was the worst part of it, people thinking he must secretly be so fucking sad or...