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Tiny hands pulled the bag in, and then Puddle from the mess inside. He made sure to inspect the core first. Now that he thought about it, this was the first time that he got to have a proper look at the thing up close--an Ultra Stone, housing a life inside... "Well, the core itself isn't...

"Aaaah, this is the life, eh, Barks?" Star asked, stretching out her body. She had transformed into an Espeon, and then curled around herself as her body shifted to that of an Arbok seconds later. Then, she balled herself up and became a Wartortle in her shell. "It's been a while since we took a...

Whatever dread Diyem had felt before had gone away for something... else. He didn't know nor want to acknowledge what the feeling was, but he did lift the sheets just enough to see whatever Vix was doing. His eyes shined a little un the dark, and he said, "Right. Puddle took some of the blow...

She had appeared now and then in town, flying or otherwise visiting the establishments, and by coincidence she had been locked in the bubble of time with several of the other Legends. And yet, despite this, the two had never crossed paths until just then. Perhaps it was because neither liked to...

Oh no. That one was here. Gathering the strength that he'd built up, Diyem channeled his Shadowy voice. "I am recovering... so long as I have my time to do so." That would do. The shorter he made this the better. He had no idea if the candle would try to hug him and ruin everything. Then again...

"O-oh." So the infighting had really gotten that bad between them? Was that good or bad for Diyem's health? And was that exactly what Giovanni wanted? None of those were probably useful things to say to Dave at that moment. "Have you guys, you know, made up since then, or are you guys... just...

"Hrrrgh..." Diyem still didn't like the prospect. Yes, it was the same problem as before, but outright telling Maple something like this... It was one thing to actively save the world. It was another to propose attacking the Tree of Life when they had no proof beyond Diyem's feelings. This...

Owen nodded. "Y-yeah, I guess I got kind of lucky because mine can only talk to me. Nobody can hear what he says. Or maybe that's just a subconscious thing..." He eyed the second, meek Poochyena. "But why is he... you know... emerging more often? It wasn't like that before. Was this because...

"...Do as you like..." Diyem's little shoulders slumped and he tried to stand, but his legs wobbled and he collapsed back into bed. "Cursed body... can barely manage something as basic as..." He shook his head, sighing. "...One word of advice," he said. "Do not tell Maple that she and I are at...

A long sigh followed, and Diyem let the silence fill the void. He seemed to shake his head from under the covers. "I know how you see me. I know how the team sees me. I can sense all of their negativity or the absence of it when thinking of me. Owen continues to be an insufferable bastion of...

"I am LITERALLY everything wrong with the world I came from. I may be a person now but I always will be someone spawned of darkness, and my powers will forever damn me to that fate." The blankets shuffled again, angrier this time, like he was sitting up, or at least rising higher. "The only...

"No," Diyem replied with an annoyed growl that sounded a little higher pitched than it should have been. "Because there is a difference between being Dark Matter and defeating the enemies that appear, and being Dark Matter and attacking the Tree of Life... again."

"What she will do when she finds out..." Diyem shuddered under the blankets, as if he actually had a body now. "...I do not want to find out. She will turn me into an ethereal salad." More silence, though it seemed that Diyem had a little energy compared to before. Maybe company was helpful if...

"...No." Diyem shifted under the blankets again. "Only that we absolutely cannot tell Maple. We know her traumas. We cannot tell Arceus. The crisis of my parallel is too recent in the god's memory. This will be... our ultimate deception toward them, if we want any hope in taking Eternatus down...

"We will need to be delicate about this," Diyem said. "If the people of Cibus find out... there will be hell to pay. We cannot tell them or it would go about completely wrong. They wouldn't... understand. But, Eternatus..." Diyem quieted down, like he was worried someone else might hear him...

"Well, that's kind of the point," Owen said, placing his hands on his knees. "Shadows are sometimes, you know, your inner thoughts without that part of you that tries to keep it inside. Wishkeeper is a lot like my old self from, uh, a long time ago. Kind of. But yours... I don't know. Do you...

And to this, Diyem hesitated. There was something there to someone as perceptive as Brisa that perhaps others had also noticed. Could Owen have, too, or did his Perceive not extend to expressionless balls of Shadow energy? "Giovanni is using some kind of energy related to Eternatus," he said...

"Hmm..." Diyem seemed to sigh, or at least make something akin to one. "I have been watching the actions of what you have been doing even while I was imprisoned. And while I was not able to reach out to you, I saw flashes of what you were trying to reach out to me over. And of what I have...

A pause followed, perhaps because the ball of negativity was considering her words, or perhaps because he was still very tired. Despite this, though, he responded well. "Discussion is something I will accept," he replied simply. "About what? Owen is already filling me in on the strategy you are...

"Hrrnnn." That was probably the best answer Brisa was going to get, but it wasn't an outright rejection, and the door slid open. Diyem was alone on a soft bed stuffed with cotton and probably some other foam, meant to accommodate terrestrial Pokemon. There was a sheet on the bed, which shrouded...