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"I think, at that point, we're just looking at semantics," Owen admitted to Dave. "Just because they're how I really feel on the inside doesn't mean I have to act on them, or I have to behave that way all the time. Especially if I know they're wrong. But I can't just ignore it, either... Not...

"Honor them, huh?" Cal asked. "...I..." Cola looked at Giratina, Dialga, and Palkia. "I'm bored of here. Can I go with them?" "You're still weak, Po--I mean, Cola. Don't you think you should stay here where it's safer?" "But people are sad. And I'm supposed to be the best person to make...

"Help each other. That all we gotta do?" Cola tilted his ethereal head. "Makes sense. Real simple. So how come it sounds so hard 'n complex? Seems t' me that it's easier said than done." "That's a good way to put it," Cal admitted. "The goal's there, but..." She sighed. "Well. I guess, we...

"Can I help?" Cola asked, leaning forward a little more. Cal shifted uncomfortably. "Sometimes you can't really fix the reason you're sad," she said. "You have to find a way to deal with it and go on anyway..." Cola stared at Cal next. "...You have the same feeling." "I--y-yeah. We went...

"Sad... I've read about that, too. What's the difference, again?" Cola looked at Giratina. "Um, well, sad is an emotion where you are... oh, I don't really know how to explain sad..." "Well, what's dying?" "It's when you can't live anymore." "Right... Okay. And sad. That's when something...

The Charmeleon considered that. Why did it matter? On one hand, it was true--everything he felt was what Wishkeeper had said. "Feelings and logic don't go together all the time. I mean, I'd really like it to, but I can't really tell myself how to feel sometimes. So, the next best thing is to...

Giratina sighed. "Well, I guess that means Cola should--where did he go?" Her tone was even but the lilt of panic in her voice was palpable. In an instant, Cola had been there, and in the next, nothing but a golden wisp of energy had remained. "What's happening to this one?" Cola asked, poking...

Wishkeeper glared in silence, looking like he was searching for the best way to smash Dave into the ground. "I will never be done until you agree." "I do agree." Owen looked at Dave and gave him a sad smile. "Wishkeeper, everything he's saying... Those are my real thoughts. Those are what I...

"I know," Owen said with a nod. "But that isn't how you feel," Wishkeeper said. "But I know that's the real truth," Owen spat back, then caught himself, rubbing his temples. "I'm... too on-edge. Wishkeeper, please, can't you accept that it's okay to trust people? It's... there's nothing good...

"Well, fer now, just started. I only read up ter that." He motioned to the small pile of books to the left. "Talk about losin' my childhood, am I right? I've still got shell on my back'n here I am doin' homework!" "I guess Arceus matures differently," Palkia guessed, to which the heads of...

Cola had a spring in his step as he hopped toward Luz. "Y'know? Ain't really sure what kinda identity'm lookin' fer. Learnin' the ropes still, gotta see what all these... Cibus? Cibus, right?" "Yes, Cibus," Giratina said. "Why is he so impressionable?" Dialga asked to himself. "Well, Pop did...

Owen winced a little, looking at Wishkeeper, who kept glaring at anyone who tried to get closer. "I'm... Look, it's a Shadow for a reason," he said, perhaps a little more curtly than he'd wanted. "I know I have problems trusting people, but I have to do it anyway because that's how teams work...

Arceus weakly turned his head and his eyes had that usual glimmer, even if it was weaker. "Not at all," he said gently. "You... distracted me, but stopped me from fleeing right into his trap. You, and your team... you all saved me." He laughed, then winced. "Ah... I should take it easy for a...

"Y-yeah, I'm doing fine," Owen said, taking a nervous glance at Wishkeeper, who was stepping forward to glare at Vix. "You have five seconds to distance yourself." "Wishkeeper, what's gotten into you?" Owen said, exasperated. "You were never this protective, not since the Shadow Machine. Can...

"We're about to bring him out," Cepa explained to Rocky. The pink Celebi drifted over the bed where the Poke Ball was nestled in the covers, giving an uncertain look to Balm, who nodded back. "Okay. Here goes...?" She lifted the ball and tossed it the way Chip had instructed. With a pop, light...

Wishkeeper followed Owen every step of the way, loyal and protective like he always was. And yet, now that he had a more tangible form--now that he was this imposing, twelve-foot monstrosity that that pushed the trees away if the path was too narrow for him--it became so much more prevalent...

"...No. I am not available. Deal with your Shadows on your own."

"Hmph. You're the one who 'fell for it.'"

"Er, take care?" Zinc waved, uncertain. "...Is it just me, or has he been in a better mood lately?" "I've noticed it, too," Maple said. "But... I think he's trying to care for the team. It's a shame it took such a tragedy for him to be able to rise to the occasion..." Maple's gaze softened...

"But Soda's cool," Cola said, frowning. "He doesn't follow the rules." "Oh, no, Soda's corrupted Cola..." Giratina fretted, then looked at the others. "I--I think we should be more careful about who sees him. And I'm going to have a talk with Soda next time I see him..." "So, when do I get to...