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"Well, who the fuck could read Soda?" Nate said. "Or expect to, honestly. With his like actual god-powered illusion. Wouldn't even have thought it strange that you couldn't get shit on him." Xernatus was... quite a fucking name, wasn't it? Nate wondered what the deer-god would think of that one...

"Yeah. Ain't like we got to bring nothing with us here." And in the end, Owen would end up with even more shit he couldn't remember from Cibus. More people he'd left behind. It was pretty fucked, honestly. "And then there's the whole supervision thing you gotta deal with, too. I know you were...

"Well, it's good you got them back, but yeah, that must be strange. And I dunno... I'm guessing some of those memories might've been all hazy for a reason." Oh, shit. This was going heavy places, wasn't it? Nate wasn't sure he was ready for a repeat of the conversation with Diyem. Better to keep...

"True. No reason to think why the energy nullification wouldn't be happening, unless the mewtwo hadn't gotten into the eterna yet. Which, since it sounds like he was probably around Eien and whatever eternatus Maple swallowed. Maybe that would be enough." But nothing more they could do than...

"You think it's got to do with corruption, huh?" Nate asked. "Shadow corruption specifically? It ain't a bad theory. But then how was the guy able to kill somebody like S'more, get his hooks into the guildmaster? Far as I can tell he was never corrupted, just showed up at the meteor crash site...

"Exactly. And apparently some of the locals kicked his ass once, and he got destroyed by Red, too. But if he's growing along with us, I don't get how he was able to mindfuck Soda way back in the day, like before we even showed up. Or do whatever the fuck he did to Sword. Nothing about him makes...

"Yeah? That's a damn shame." Nate had been hoping that, with all his meditation shit and, let's be honest familiarity with mental bullshit, Owen might have had some ideas for how to keep somebody out of your head. Nate set aside his beer and steepled his fingers in front of himself, scowling at...