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"Yup. Power isn't everything." Soda smirked and raised a class to get the attention of one of the waiters. "Yeah, I guess I'm just that awesome. But, oh well. I can't really prove it until you fix him up."

"Duh." Soda looked at Cynthian. "You want my opinion? I think this is all just some big test by Joule again. Wouldn't put it past him to do something this dumb. It's all just a big game." He leaned back. "But even if it isn't a game, Joule's all power and no technique. A pushover. I bet I could...

Soda seemed to raise a brow at that, like he hadn't realized something until just then. "Look, it's not like I don't believe in you or anything. Chances are you're gonna find a way to pull off the crazy stunt, save Joule, save DV, save Cibus, you'll throw a party, arrest Giovanni, and then we...

"Yeah, well, good luck." Soda leaned back, arms behind his head. "I can't really do anything, so I'll cheer you on from the sidelines." He didn't look like he was going to cheer.

Soda didn't seem all that committed. "Yeah," he replied absently. "Whatever. Don't blame you. Team Spectrum folks are all kinds of quirky, so I've come to accept that about you guys." He finished his meal, then looked over at Cynthian again. "Just take it easy I guess. Either we save the world...

"Yeah." Soda took another bite, frowning. "Some people are open about it, and I did talk about it a little with Dave, I guess. But I don't wanna go telling my life story when I'm not drunk. I still kinda regret going over all that."

"Yeah, well, ever consider that maybe I don't like telling 'em?" Soda asked with a scowl. "Besides, if we all die, I don't really think it'll matter all that much, either." Tapping on his glass, he took a bite out of the sandwich he'd ordered. "...Look, none of the stories the God Squad have are...

"Yeah, well, Leg's feral and still growing out of it," Soda said. "Figures you wouldn't get a whole lot outta her. But, y'know, what's there even for me to talk about?" He shrugged, looking over. "I'm just some Zoroark who decided to go along with the rest of them. So what?"

"Main thing I can do is distort what he can do, but at this point even my illusions are getting dispelled by the guy's presence. Don't go relying on me for that." Soda shrugged. "Arceus doesn't have a lot of time to do any fancy tricks. He can only really s tart his work once that time bubble...

"I have a crisis alarm in case there's a spike of deaths," Arceus replied. "I... try to take precautions. But otherwise... I do have that risk. Inaction... is perhaps the greatest thing I can do against them." He nodded solemnly.

Pop nodded. "That is the policy," he said. "I suppose now and then I would assist with small tasks, but... I do not publicize that." He looked ahead. "Mortals should know how to handle themselves on their own. The Legends and I won't be around forever by their side. We often slumber during eras...

Pop gestured to himself. "Your powers are no different. This is a world that has every entity on it as someone who is a little demigod. Pokemon are all gods in their own way, capable of Creation. Of energy, of matter, of power, of desire. Just because a Legend and myself are capable of more of...

"Yeah, sure," Soda said. "Got any bright ideas on stopping a big ball of death? Like, Pop thinks it ain't a planet-buster, but I'm less sure. I think he's understating it so you guys don't go full panic and lose hope." Soda leaned back. "Chances are, if we fail this, Cibus is exploding with...

"Yeah, he did," Soda said. "But he also made a world where he wouldn't be as strong in it. He's a Creator. His power is in creation. They can decide how strong they want to be in their own world after that, and Arceus decided to go with 'really strong, but not absolute,' for this world. Guess...

"Right, cool." Soda rolled his eyes. "You mean the plan where Arceus seems dead-set on going full martyr for this world? Seems to me like we lost before we even got started." He shrugged. "Even if we beat Joule, I'm pretty sure Arceus is just trying to let us down lightly and he's only got a...

The Zoroark narrowed his eyes at Cynthian, trying to figure out if the plant was making fun of him or actually just that forgetful. "Soda," he muttered back. "How's the end of the world treating you?"

"I am," he replied to Mia. "I am worried for it because I do not see myself as its ruler, but its protector. In a practical sense I am both, but there is a lot of power behind perspective, especially in a world like this one, where desires can manifest by power and will alone." He turned his...

Truffle again said nothing, but after what he'd wished had lasted longer, he finally relented and let her go. What Luz saw then was the Decidueye with that energetic, powerful mask completely gone. His eyes were tired but still had light in them. His feathers had been frazzled and ruffled from...

Truffle made a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a startled squawk, but it was a soft one. He held his wings out, like he didn't know what to do, and froze there. Finally, he brought his wings down and around Luz, his feathers nearly completely covering her. The ultimate shield, too, said...

Truffle looked almost bewildered at that, staring at Luz like he'd seen someone else for just a moment. "I... I see," he said slowly, looking down. "You would, hm... Well. Thank you, Luz. That's... I'm not really sure how that should make me feel to hear." Truffle adjusted his feathers. "But...