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This wasn't really going anywhere with Dave around and not being receptive toward it, but he was hoping he could at least try to set an example here. "You can try to rest, Dave," he said, "but hearing out Shadow might help later. I don't think I know you as well as you do." Unless Dave was...

"Mm." Diyem waited for him to go, then sighed. There was no point in pressing issues like that with Cynthian for long. Not now, when it seemed that the wounds were still so fresh, no matter how long it had been. He was hurt by Dark Matter of his world... And he was one with the same origins, the...

Zekrom nodded. "You take care," she said, smiling. "And thank you for the human insight as well, Nate. You may not be the same as the other humans that have visited this world, but... there's still something about your kind that I can appreciate."

Diyem considered this, like it was an answer he wanted to take seriously. "...No," he said, "because in the end, Dark Matter as I know them are borne of hatred and malice of a collective. They are a side effect of the properties of the world. Stray thoughts of a great deity given form. One does...

"How come you don't feel great?" Owen asked, nodding to Dave as if to answer his question. "Is it... because you're a Shadow, or do you want something specific? What do you want?" If Dave didn't want to work with Shadow, then maybe he could try to nudge things in the right direction.

"If it's absolutely needed... You'd have to ask Xerneas if it's okay. But there are still a lot of risks involved, like whether this energy would be nullified, or even absorbed by Joule. We only have one decent shot if we do..." Zekrom nodded. "But it is an option, if we can find some way to aim...

"I will," Yveltal replied, looking almost surprised that Nip had to make the request at all. "...Right. I'm sorry. I'm so used to being overlooked in recent years. I should remember that I have more of a clean slate with you all, and... someone who respected another of my kind, in your world."...

"Actually, your friend is right," Zekrom said, frowning. "The moon is in the sky, and the laser is linear. We'd have to shoot through a quarter of the planet to reach Joule." "Hnnzzz, you aren't one of those 'Cibus is flat' types, are you?" Chip asked Nate, buzzing. "...Now that I think about...

"Shadow, huh?" Owen asked, grinning. "You know, that's a cool name. When I was younger, I think I wanted to have a name kinda like that, too, in a way. I imagined that I'd evolve into, like, a Dark Charizard, and I'd be Twilizard Shadow." He leaned back, reminiscing. "Well, I'm glad I can talk...

"Well--yes. Joule is going to be sent to the Reverse World for this fight, from what I've heard, to help dull that Blacklight power. I'm not sure if they're developing a strategy beyond that, but you can ask the rest of your team on the details." Zekrom hummed. "But the other problem is I don't...

Zekrom's eyes darkened a little. "Chip, what were you referring to?" she asked. "Um! Nothing! Nothing at all! Just, um, talking about random ideas, i-is all I was talking about, h-haha... ha..." Chip seemed to be looking for an escape route. "...If he was talking about the Tree of Life, using...

This was going to be a lot more difficult than he thought. Dave didn't even want to acknowledge it--not in action, at least. Dave and this Shadow were the same person, and logically, Dave acknowledged it. But emotionally... "You can rest," Owen told Dave. "I don't think my story is... that...

Yveltal did not flinch at that, but her pause, her brief stillness, had been enough of a giveaway. "Well," she began, but paused again. "I don't really know. I don't know if that's the same situation. A mortal can make mistakes. A god... every mistake can lead to devastating consequences. We are...

Diyem did not reply immediately, not even a groan or a sigh. "My origins," he began, "may vary from yours, or many others. Even though we are similar in nature, how we came about is not always clear. We are a force of a world where feelings can become tangible forces in the world. Willpower...

"I am..." Yveltal chose her words carefully. "I am not the greatest at keeping up morale or making people feel safe. If I am around I am seen as an omen of death and impending doom. Your tribe is... an outlier in how I am addressed or spoken of. I am a... necessary evil to many." She looked...

"Oh! Of course. Here, let me jot down an address for you; there should be one right here in Destiny Village. A lot of valuable wares are down in the commercial district, actually... Top-notch materials, too!" Zekrom handed Nate the note. Her handwriting was a little flowery, but not...

"N-no, not a normal lifespan at all," Owen said. "Most Pokemon that aren't feral live for around a century or less if, you know, complications don't come up and all that. so I'm definitely not, you know, normal. It's sort of a long story." Owen nodded. "I'll try to talk to Nate about it later...

"Mmm... That's also true." Yveltal nodded slowly, and then looked down. "Well, it's good that you've kept such an open mind about it. We do owe humans a lot for saving this world so often. I won't deny that I am a little... bitter about it, though. I like to think that we Pokemon can stand on...

"That's true. We can recall them into those..." Zekrom nodded. "Well! I suppose if you're looking for a bit of experimenting and we have enough willing volunteers, we can try to at least analyze its properties..." She looked back at Silver's team. "They've been a little restless lately, poor...

"Nnngh... do as you like. I have the energy to talk... a little. It takes energy to make my voice this way, but it is necessary for proper communication." Diyem sighed, then shifted under the covers. "What do you want?"