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"Oh?" Zeraora glanced at Brisa. "Well. For a brief time, I had explored the stars in the little... spiritual section of Cibus, where those who have fallen and are laid to rest shall remain until it is time for the world to move on. That is when the Voice of Life is said to guide us onward...

"It's odd, but it's almost a relief to think about," Zeraora replied. "When you live for so long, any kind of change can be scary or intimidating, but in the end it's just another change. I already know what death is like. Maybe this time I'll get to greet it like an old friend." She chuckled, a...

"Everyone can do things wrong," Owen said, "but turning things around and finding a way to do the right thing afterward is what matters. Because once you start that, you... know what it's like. On both sides. And then you can make better choices, as long as you learn from it." He sighed, looking...

"Thanks," Owen said, grinning. "And, er, yeah. Planning is sort of something I've gotten good at over time. Y'know, back when I actually did their homework. Kinda. More like tutoring." He laughed a little sharply at that. "I guess those were the beginnings of it all, now that I think about it...

"Hmmhh..." He wondered that one. "...Well..." He tilted his head left and right, thinking. "A lot of things about the world are already falling apart, and stuff. " Owen sighed. "It's a tall order to fix. But... I... When I came here, I was in the middle of setting up a plan. If it works... If...

Zeraora hesitated there, but then a little smile, almost serene, replaced that worried look. "Well, honestly," she said, "one thing I was considering... was maybe looking around again. And if I get comfortable enough, I might... look for someone and retire. It's an era of peace, after all. Our...

"Guess I have a higher chance of seeing you again than the mortals around," Zeraora remarked, but there was a flash of doubt--optimistic doubt, oddly enough. "Well... maybe." She looked at her paw, frowning. "I'm wondering if there's a way for me to teach this... art to others. I don't think I...

"A will and testament," Zeraora repeated. "...You are, in a way, aren't you? Dying to Cibus. It's grim to phrase it that way, but really, by the time you return, if ever, perhaps nobody will be the same. But I think you've already done a lot to leave this world better than when you'd arrived...

"That I would," Zeraora said, walking with her hands behind her back like it was already the start of a leisurely stroll. "...Everything all tied up for you?" he asked, looking at Brisa. "Ready to go... back? Or are you still trying to squeeze out those... last few moments? Sorry if it's a...

Zeraora smirked. "That other one, that Lucario? Seems like the three of us all had a good harness on Blacklight. Maybe it'll be useful even after this." She followed Brisa out, and after navigating through the plains and toward its waypoint, they got to Treasure Town's Waypoint Road. Zeraora...

"Not much for me to bring," Zeraora said with a shrug. "Right now, you know more about Cibus than I do. I will follow your lead." She gestured ahead. "Unfortunately, if we're out in the open, I don't think we'll be able to have a brawl between ourselves... but seeing Cibus will be enough."

"Well," said Zeraora, patting her sides. "I suppose I'm ready, I have everything I need for... this outing to the rest of the world." She glanced at Brisa, uncertain. "And... you're sure that this will be fine? I'm not really sure how people react to Pokemon of my stature outside of Destiny...

"You are," Owen said, nodding. He didn't know the full context of what Starr had done, what she was capable of in the past, but... "You definitely are. I feel..." He tapped his horns. "Something deeper in you. The remorse of someone who's killed. And someone who wants to avoid having to do that...

Owen had a dark look in his eyes as well, but he spoke respectfully. "Yeah. Like I said... some people wonder if it's better to forget. But... I'm, uh, I'm biased. By a lot. Memories are... they're too important to have sealed away. Even if it's a regret or a mistake or some other kind of pain...

"Well," Owen said with an amused smile, "the nice part about not seeing it coming is that you don't really realize it once it happens. So, in that way, it's not so bad. It's just when it all comes rushing back that... it hurts more than it probably should." He wondered if Starr had heard those...

The Radiant explosion blasted through Diyem and into the heavens above, cleaving the dark clouds apart and letting the sun shine once more. The vitality sensors were destroyed. The audience was silenced, if only due to the explosion that nearly deafened them, a shockwave that rippled throughout...

Diyem seemed unamused, looking Nate over before outright saying that he doesn't know what will happen to someone who has not reconciled with their Shadow, after it had become so independent, before leaving. He remarked that, typically, powerful ones eventually rebel and consume the host, and...

They were giving it their all, and yet it seemed like Diyem was blasting through all of it with almost no effort. His body was huge, his power reserves seemingly endless, and it seemed like the vitality sensors were struggling to get a read on Diyem at all, only Inan. However, based on the...

Owen nodded sadly. "It's fine in the end," he said. "When, or if, or whatever, when I remember all of this again, it's at least going to be a set of memories that I won't regret... forgetting about, you know? That's rare for me. Being able to plan ahead for when I'd forget one of my lives."

"I don't want to bother them with stuff like that," Owen admitted. "And hey, maybe once in a while I work up the courage to fight in there. I had that battle with Pine and stuff, for one, remember? That was pretty cool." He walked between two trees with some difficulty, though it would be...