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"Surpass me, huh?" Nutmeg growled. "Yeah, in your dreams..." "I'm immortal and you're not," Mew taunted Nutmeg, who growled back. Pita, meanwhile, raised a brow. "Really, the three of us at once?" "You'll lose," Mew said matter-of-factly. "But hey, your funeral, even if you get two others to...

"Hmmmh..." Diyem's tail swished, and suddenly the chef shouted something that caught Diyem's attention. He stood up. The food was ready, and he didn't want to have Xerneas waiting for too long. "Are you familiar with the therapist office in DV? Some of the best Psychics and otherwise in the...

"...Traveled forwards... mm. No. Dialga might sense something like that, wouldn't he?" Diyem shook his head. "I don't think Shield is from the past, or was flung into the future. I think he appeared without any 'time portals' at all. But how that happened... is even more enigmatic." Which...

"Something like that," Nutmeg said. "I don't really know what to make of it myself. Think of it like... I'm supposed to be the old Mew from ancient times. I have those memories. And Mew here's supposed to be my successor, but, like... an incarnation after me. I sorta downgraded, the opposite of...

"I don't doubt that," Diyem said. "But Silver's memories about anything to do with his involvement with Giovanni are apparently sealed. Well, involvement here, at least." But that only led to more incomplete answers, and sometimes even more questions. "I personally wished we were more careful...

"Well, I beat people up," Nutmeg said. "Pita over here's more of a defensive fighter, all things considered. And Mew... can't decide what she wants to do, so I think she just throws things randomly at the opponent until she wins." "And I do," Mew added proudly

"Something he's missing..." Diyem hummed again, trailing off as he rapped his claws along his thighs in thought. "What in the world could he be missing? What could possibly be missing for someone like him, who has the world in his hands? He obviously isn't asking for you to return that to him...

"You bet we do," Nutmeg said with a grin. "Mew over here's still learning the ropes on how to battle, but she's no slouch when she actually, you know, puts the work in." Nutmeg flashed a glare at Mew, who grinned devilishly and pulled down on her left eye. "There have been a lot of, uh, battles...

"Of course they aren't," Diyem said, looking half-defeated. "You can't contain something like that Mewtwo. It's dormant, awaiting some kind of... command., or signal. I have a horrible feeling any time I get near it, and not the sort I draw power from, either. And Giovanni certainly knows this...

And to that, Pita smiled a little, while Mew made an 'ewwww' noise that earned a swat from Nutmeg. "I'm glad you're so willing to help," Pita said. "But... I guess that's all we can really tell you guys about Dark Matter. Seems like you've got all the information and then some."

"Obviously," Diyem said with a low growl back. "But that means nothing to me when Eien is right there in the tree, suffering. I'm going to make sure that things are going to go well for..." Diyem trailed off, like he'd lost his train of thought. "...I just need to make things right and proper...

"...She..." Pita blinked, looking at Nutmeg, then at Mew. "Dark Matters can fall in love?" Mew asked. "That seems lethal and dangerous. How come he's not dead?" "Well, from what I heard, he used to be dead." Pita hummed, thoughtful. "Well... That explains where that happened, or how." "So...

Diyem pulled it back and looked offended that Brisa had looked at all. "I'm not familiar with Xerneas. I am just trying to keep him happy so he doesn't go off. I don't care in the slightest for him." Diyem glanced at the chefs again, glaring when he saw one of the fruits nearly fall on the...

"...But... what caused that future Dark Matter to lose?" Pita asked. "You're right, I heard from Balm and Cepa that their 'future world' is lagging behind a little because of time unfreezing and stuff. What's going on here... if this Dark Matter saw that Dark Matter? Who approached him to give...

Diyem growled. "I've bee busy," he said. "Bedridden for most of the day, focused on recovering my core, I can barely think half the time. I'm answering questions that are usually important all the time, and now I'm dealing with Xerneas." He glanced at the chefs. Looked like they were taking...

I don't even know if she did. She likely did. That's all I know. "That doesn't really explain anything," Nutmeg said. "If anything," Pita said, "that sounds more like the Dark Matter of that world got a change of heart sooner for some reason, and then told our world's Dark Matter to stop...

"I'm very worried about Joule," Diyem said flatly. "He has been sending me messages on my badge all day and I do not know how to block it. His enthusiasm is disgusting. Red is creepy. I don't like the look he gives me. It's too kind. And I don't mind Silver." Diyem crossed his arms. "I haven't...

"...What?" Nutmeg said, frowning. "But the Dark Matter we spoke to said he saw a vision of his future self..."

Diyen huffed. "Well, do as you like... but I'd advise on being careful. If the Overseers decide that perhaps I'm too much of a risk, they'll apprehend me now, somehow. I'm sure they have a way. I'm sure that if this Blacklight threat becomes multi-world, they might consider sealing this world...

"...Bean is one of them," Diyem replied flatly. "They probably already know."