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Wishkeeper glanced down, gesturing to her chest wordlessly. He tilted his head.

"Hmph. Then perhaps we have that in common." Wishkeeper crossed his arms, then his wings over those. "For a time, I was afraid Owen would lock me away. Only he can hear me, after all. I would be ineffective without him allowing me with his good graces. To push against the ideals he'd propped up...

Wishkeeper smiled a wry smile. "No bond cannot be broken," he said. "Not unless you share the same soul. It is natural to come together and drift apart. That is no reason to fear it. I represent, chronologically, the majority of Owen's existence. I know what it means to love, to lose, and to...

"Of course," Wishkeeper said with a relenting shrug. "There are many creeds and philosophies that value the lack of suffering by virtue of a lack of bonds. And to some, it is a peaceful life, one with few disturbances. But Bahamut is acting in that way because of past traumas. He has become...

Wishkeeper's eyes dimmed further, now in deep contemplation. "To stop caring, to harden ourselves to the point where we no longer seek affection, no longer need it. To cast such feelings aside..." Wishkeeper hummed again, perhaps thinking about something only slightly related. "Yes, it is...

Wishkeeper looked Sombra over, letting out a small "Hm" of contemplation now and then. "What do you mean by that? To not want what you want? Is this the same as the trick of the body, where you are hungry and hungry yet what it really wants is water?"

Cola, emboldened a little, rose higher. "Y-yeah... yeah! I bet if the worst happened, maybe Soda could hide me in one of his illusions, or... or I can hide in one of you, or something! Then Pop won't be able to get me ever!" Feeling more secure, he tapped his hoof on the ground and declared, "I...

Red knew for sure that the Giovanni they were dealing with now and the one that had been at the dying Tree was the same. But the Tree... had already been that way when they'd arrived. He seemed to be thinking about this as he showed Astrid more of the pictures--quite a few of them. There was a...

"Tch..." Soda had told Dave not to ask about that, but apparently he was still oh-so curious about it. "I'm not gonna let Shield lose his partner," he said simply, in a low tone, as he looked into his empty glass.

"Then Joule and Pop are both thinking about becoming one person again by just not caring about what the other parts of them might feel about it?" Cola asked, shrinking. "...Why would... they do that? How come the powerful Pokemon have to be that way?!"

"Maybe!" Cola seemed excited again. "Soda's cool! We can go on an adventure, maybe, around the village outskirts!" Cola giggled. "But... I still don't really know how Pop feels about all of this. He's still talking like I'm gonna return to him one day..."

Red tilted his head. He'd talked with Silver very briefly, but he didn't want to talk back and went back to flight training. He was very cold, which wasn't too surprising. Silver didn't like showing his feelings much and was more focused on strength. Red showed Astrid another image. This one...

"He just took me for walks around DV is all, but that was way more than anyone else ever did. Soda's just really nice, and he actually gets what it means to not like when someone stronger than you is forcing you to do something. I dunno why, though." Cola bobbed his head.

"Adoration is not an easy thing to control. I do not think we have ever sought it out. In fact, in my time as Wishkeeper, I much preferred not being noticed. Too many people asking for favors that are for selfish reasons." Wishkeeper snorted, wings folded down. "Seeking fame and seeking...

Wishkeeper's smile was probably easier for a fellow Shadow to make out. "You could say that I am used to being something only part of a whole," he said. "While it isn't exact... you could say that Owen is a reincarnation of me. That is the simplest way to explain it. So, I have already...

Like a ghostly wraith, Wishkeeper drifted about the dorm room. Owen did not stir, and in fact looked like he was very cozy in his slightly undersized bed. "Sombra," Wishkeeper greeted, his voice silent to all but those of his kind.

"Yeah, and I guess the gods are trying to help out here since this is a big, godly problem, but what about smaller things, huh? I wanna go around performing miracles and looking cool and everyone likes me! How come I have to hide away all the time?" Cola huffed. "I wish Soda showed up more. He...

He took the cookies gratefully, and he gave one to each of his teammates as well. They seemed less aware of the problems that they'd gone through; perhaps only Red truly knew that Telum was gone, and the others on his team thought they were still on that same world. It would be hard to blame...

"Pop says it's because mortals shouldn't be relying on gods to solve their problems unless it's a godly problem to begin with," Cola said. "But I don't get why. Maybe sometimes mortals just don't know what they're doing since they keep dying every century!"

"Mostly because this is one of the worlds that operates on literal good vibes," Soda pointed out with a shake of his claw. "When in Rome, Dave. ...Wait, you might not be from the right human world for that one." He hummed. "Just, each world has different rules. Pop's a benevolent Arceus, and he...