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"What, was 'Gun' not good enough?" Soda asked with a smirk, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "...Sorry, but that ain't... something I'm gonna give out right away. We left our names behind for a reason... Dunno if I want to bring it up even a little right now. Maybe... some other...

"Whatever they're planning, I'm not interested in going," he replied flatly. "Weavile back there challenged me to a fight and I lost to what was supposed to be a grappling blow. I won't be helpful, even with whatever that hidden power is in me. And I'm... just so tired." He shook his body, as if...

Soda scowled at that question, even though it was a fair one. "Maple told me what happened. She said where to go if I needed to start anew, and she made me... an offer. Obviously, after what just happened, I refused. So, she agreed, she started taking me someplace to get my shit together...

"Not a damn clue." Soda shrugged and pushed his empty cup away. "Maybe her will to live transcended the world she left behind. Hell if I know, right?"

"Yup." Soda leaned back. "Sure, she'll say that I deserved a second chance. That she failed to save me, but she wanted to try again. Or maybe she didn't want me to be adrift in the Overworld. But I'm pretty sure it's because I was useful." He ran a claw across his nose, snorting. "It's only...

Kyurem nodded, then looked at Owen and Cal. "Will you be going as well?" "Oh, um, sure. Hope you enjoy the cookies." "...I believe I will." Owen stepped outside with Cal, then nodded to Bahamut. "Be seeing you around," he said. "Let me know if you want anything."

"There is no problem." Kyurem looked to the tray of cookies, then at Bahamut. "Consider yourself lucky there is only one shining spirit with us." "Hey!" Cal flared up. "Very well, two. But I assure you, if Zekrom were here, she would drive you into a new cave of isolation. At least, that is...

"I've insulted people before!" Owen said. "On a dare?" Cal asked. "Well, yeah. But I've... said some mean things before. In my head. And sometimes out loud." "She doesn't count." Owen crossed his arms. "Now you're just moving goalposts. There are bad people out there that I could insult...

Owen nodded. "You're probably worse than me with those inner demons," he admitted to Bahamut. "Still... I don't know. I know you guys are all about... hopelessness and despair and all that, but..." Owen sighed, figuring that there wouldn't be much use in pushing it. Still, he had to get it out...

"It could also seize that despair readily," Kyurem pointed out. "But if you see no point in fighting that... then perhaps the Blacklight is only waiting to claim you later." Owen stiffened. "Bahamut isn't like that," he said. "Oh?" Owen's flame sparked a little, but he nodded. "I think he can...

As usual, Kyurem's frozen expression showed little. "I don't really know what your world is like," she said, "but while you are here... you are the author of your own tragedy. If I had to guess what the wheel god is thinking, it would be to see someone who had similar views of the world."

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Kyurem tilted her head again, this time in the other direction. "Mmm. What is there to regret when, regardless of how I spend my time, the world will end and none of this civilization, none of anything here, will remain? How am I supposed to enjoy anything when all it does is remind me of the...

"Kyurem, do you mean, like, the way Bahamut's talking about having to return to his world one day, is kind of like... people who are worried about it all being pointless because they're gonna die in the end?" "That's cheerful," Cal murmured. "But it's the same effect, isn't it?" Owen asked. "I...

"...Interesting..." Kyurem looked at Bahamut, more directly this time. While she did not understand much of what he was saying before, that last statement... "What you just said... I would have expected that from someone going through a mid-life crisis. Mmm... Yes. It is perhaps the most mortal...

"Bahamut?" Owen asked, leaning closer. "More of the past," Kyurem said absently, tilting her head. "Well. I do not know how much of this applies to you. But perhaps the outlook can be a help. You are plagued by your past... but you do not have to be. The curse of immortality makes it harder...

Chapter 78 – Back to Basics He couldn’t find the words, so he just stumbled toward her. It felt like even longer than the walk through the plateaus, but he finally collapsed into her lap. The first sound she made—a weak, entertained laugh—nearly made him break down, sobbing. It had been too...

Silver looked uncomfortable with the idea, the way he shifted about the moment Nate proposed the idea, but he still considered it anyway. "Would it help?" he said. "What could even be sealed away that Giovanni would intentionally try to erase?" "Could it also be that Karat is acting?" Chip...

"You know, there used to be only a single Mew and Mewtwo on Cibus if you don't count Nutmeg," Chip said. "Now there's that Mithos one, Darkwhite, Giovanni... next thing you know, I'm a Mew! Who knows, right?" Silver stared at Chip. "A guy can dream..." Silver ignored him. "Sounds to me like...

"I wonder if Joule had faced similar abuses... or if he simply left those worlds earlier. Perhaps, in that sense, you had more hope than he did... before they stamped it out." Kyurem munched on the second quarter. "What was it those mortals say... This is why we can't have nice things." Owen's...