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Luz shook her head and patted Astrid reassuringly. "I don't think so, hon. Brisa reckons Darkwhite has been tryin' to help us, in her own way. She's takin' it upon herself to be the one who has to apologise and thank Darkwhite in the hopes that the show of humility will make her more willin' to...

Luz smiled warmly at the ninetales and brushed a lock of fur away from her face. "Yeah, that's me. I'm just lookin' after ya fer Brisa while she has a word with Miss Misadventure up there. You feelin' alright, Astrid darlin'?"

Brisa groaned in frustration. "The fate of the world is more important than petty grudges. Y'can't just hate someone forever 'cause they beat you up when you're both pokémon and nobody got hurt fer life. Think it through! She led us to Shaymin Village before it got too late, and she didn't try...

"Mia," drawled Jesse. "Tabitha at least stuck with his vote fer ya in the interest of gatherin' information. Mia behaved within' yer delineation."

Brisa approached Darkwhite more closely. "I believe we'll succeed no matter what, and I can't speak fer the rest of my team, but I can speak fer myself and I want yer help, Darkwhite." She looked abashedly aside for a second. Nothing was more important than doing their duty. Pride was nothing...

Jesse rubbed his eyes blearily. His head hurt, and not in a mundane 'bad hangover' kind of way. "Fuck, y'all... I feel like I was up until four in the fuckin' mornin', but even though the night was skipped, I feel like I've slept. Ugh, this fuckin' place defies reason." He approached the two...

Brisa laid Astrid down for Luz to tend to and stepped forward to address the corrupted mew. "You're sayin' you really are tryin' to help. You mighta told us in the first place that you weren't the one spreadin' corruption to the legends you've had us fight." Wait. Shaymin Village. Darkwhite...

Brisa called out, shielding Astrid with her body. "What're ya up to this time, Darkwhite? Another one of yer cryptic challenges?"

Jesse snarled to himself. "Y'know what? Lynchin' someone fer lookin' like they're lyin' when it could be in our favour don't sit right with me." He slumped into a convenient armchair. "I've exhausted myself. I'll vote with Palkia."

Jesse grumbled to himself for a moment before noting the course of the votes on his board. "I reckon... hmm, if this vote fer Darkwhite goes through, her innocence would corroborate Lee's evidence, and therefore Palkia by extension, while her guilt would shed serious doubt on Lee, but not so...

Jesse sighed. "I can think of several fuckin' configurations of Naughty and Nice that would explain the different takes flyin' about just off the top of my head. The way I see it, though, Lee is probably trustworthy, and I doubt he's fundamentally misunderstood his own power, which means Palkia...

"Nah. I ain't used my power yet. I meant the same sorta thing as how we all remember wrappin' a present we didn't fuckin' wrap, and folks keep sayin' they have false memories of how this goddamn 'game' works. I got an intuition that there's a new present waitin' for me to unwrap tonight, is...

"Are we friends?" asked Jesse, genuinely surprised. "Sure don't have the impression you like me much, Darkwhite. But listen, this is a chance for you to get Palkia on side. If the three of us are all Nice, surely we can gain each other's trust and vote as a bloc against more suspicious types...

"Fascinatin'," said Jesse, quite sincerely. "Well, I doubt we'll meet again after this, seein' as we're from different universes, but on the offchance we do, you seem a decent enough sort, my dear dragon. Anyway, by all means go wrangle Darkwhite, but y'can ask my indulgence any time you fancy."...

Jesse rested his chin on his knuckles and observed and listened. The guests were, by and large, peculiar folks to be sure. Himself included. If Sierra could only see him now. A dinner date with a higher deity? Best not waste it. "Y'know, if there's anythin' you'd care to ask a mortal such as...

Jesse held onto the table with a vice grip for a moment while he composed himself with steady breaths. "Believe it or not," he gasped, "that was neither the weirdest nor the most terrifyin' thing that's ever happened to me." He glared at the universe in general. Why him? Why all this...

Jesse spoke through gritted teeth. "At least of all the folks whose hands I could be placed in, yours are safe enough!"

Jesse clung on for dear life and yelped occasionally at bumps and sharp turns. He'd fought gods and won. He'd seen some scarring shit. This... this was just too fucking weird.

This was purgatory. Or hell. Or something. This was punishment for every last failure. Every single sin. He was in a horrorshow, and it was only getting worse. "This ain't right," he hissed. "This is fucked up."

Jesse's face moved between shock, confusion, anger, grief, humiliation, and feral rage in a matter of moments. "Sierra's a fuckin' person," he said, icily. "How fuckin' dare you?" He choked on his next words, and clenched his fists and jaw so hard that even with his powers muted, the persons...