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Everything was finished; any affairs the team may have had, all of their obligations, their worries, their business. All was over, whether they wanted it or not. Diyem was in good health, but he could sense that soon, their tenuous hold to their bodies would start to break down. Diyem wouldn't...

"H-heh... heh... are you finished? Is that... the best you can do?!" Zygarde called, nearly kneeling, but not quite down. The dust settled; green arrows, silver energy, massive gashes on the ground, and even a great fissure through the sand... The Tree was destroyed by Astrid, and yet Owen had...

"All this time, I have believed in you!" Zygarde shouted. "Every battle, I watched, and in the end, I was rooting for either victor. Seeing you all come out on top has filled me with such inspiration... Continue! Show me everything that you can do, one last time!" "G-guys?" Owen called...

"I'll back you up!" Owen called. "D-Dad!" Mung called, but then quickly cleared his throat and said, "I-it seems that Team Spectrum has done a real number of Sprout this time! But how will he counter? It seems that his energy is getting even higher than before! W-wait! What's this?" And for a...

Fugu noticed it, but she knew that this side of Dave was skittish, so she only gave where she felt a friendly smile. And, perhaps for the first time, there was a hint of that true tenderness behind her battle-hardened stare. By some miracle, she'd managed to even look the right direction when...

The smoke cleared, but Sprout was still standing, looking proud. Green sparks this time, a new kind of energy perhaps, danced around his body through the blurry haze... "Very good, very good!" Sprout said, chuckling. "I guess that means it's time for me to get serious...! Yes! It's now time...

It didn't take long for Owen to reciprocate, swooping down and picking Brisa up in not just his arms, but his wings, too. He wasn't the strongest, physically, but his sheer size made the gesture trivial. He was so warm. The air was like blankets. And Owen held her at just the right pressure...

"I tried tracking down some of the authors, but a lot of them are really secluded," Owen said. "But for my favorite one... I found the author there. But I can't talk about the ending; I'm sworn to secrecy." He nodded firmly, looking deadly seriously for only a second. Then, he relaxed again...

"Yeah." Owen nodded. "And if there was a time where I'd be cut off from my world... Well, that'd be awful, actually, but... It'd be at least a little, or a lot, better if someone like you was there, too." Funny. He hated what was happening in his world, but he still wanted to go back. Maybe he...

Owen thought about it, laughing to himself. "...I think you already had an idea or two when you found True Owen in my head," he replied coyly.

"...Something different happened there," Fugu said. "I sensed it. There was... more. Hold onto that feeling. That thought. Maybe, with some luck, at least that thought, even if you don't remember its origin, will follow you home." She sheathed her blade, nodding. "You likely have much to do...

That determination--in a world where nothing went right for him, he found his purpose. In the end, it perhaps wasn't the healthiest thing, but they only had a day. She could only hope that this determination would become something healthier later, if he could find more purpose as those kids grow...

"A year. You haven't been defeated yet. And you'll never stop, will you?" Fugu raised her blade, but then made a feint, expecting at least a basic counter. She didn't know what else he was capable of. There was a tingling sensation on one side and she glanced at Shadow, seeing the faintest...

"Yet you still fight," Fugu replied, the flat of her blade parrying most of Dave's tackle, but the way she almost buckled--yes. Dave had much more power than ever before here, especially since their last meeting. "You say barely, but it still does. What do you do for them?" She pushed...

Fugu seemed to understand this. "This is a fundamental question. It won't be easy to follow along. We also don't know how much of this will carry over to your world, even as an echo or a dream. Still, as you know, we can only hope." She opened her eyes. "Let's get the words flowing one last...

"All right, guys. Keep pace, don't fall for him! But, uh... let's try to... yeah." Owen shook his head, trying to ignore the strange thoughts creeping into his head. "Sprout doesn't look half bad, huh?" Owen asked the team. As Sprout swung at them, he smiled at them in a way that Owen thought...

"She'll grow up fine," Owen said, nodding. "I think they're going to be pretty big unknowns to the world, but between help from Diyem, Eien, the Overseers... I think it's pretty clear they're gonna be heroes in their own way. That's... probably exactly what they'd asked for, huh?" He looked down...

"I see." Fugu said, picking up on something. "Did Shadow say anything about that?" she added.

"Definitely," Owen said, stretching his wings routinely as Cal marveled at the sea glass, literally wrapping one of her hands around it. Owen, smiling a little, glanced at Luz and Cal thoughtfully. "It's interesting, huh?" He gestured to Luz and Cal. "...Luz likes to keep her form, right? Mimic...

"Perhaps not," said Fugu replied, and then focused on Dave again. "And the state of your world is ultimately the center of your conflicts now, is that correct? Considering the time you have left, did you want to explore that?" She leaned a little. "There must be a practical reason for coming...