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"I think that is what Arceus is trying to figure out now," Truffle said. "I just hope that he doesn't become fixated on that idea when facing such a daunting task. Such as, well, the world ending, and all... Hm. It's a bit awkward when you're the creator of the place... Down with one's ship, hm?"

"Don't hate the player, hate the game," Pop said with what might have been a frown. "Crying to the heavens is a little awkward when they're actually standing in front of you. I'm afraid there is little I can do about my existence, since it halting is also something you seem to prefer avoiding...

Arceus tilted his head. "Maple is not under my authority," he said. "She is a guest of this world. I do not have enforcers. Maple, for a time, behaved independently of my whims, as you call them. But if I die... the world will go on, of course." Arceus looked ahead. "They will have to make do...

A strange silence fell over them, then. There was a more serious gaze in his eyes, the way Dave confronted him about that. And then, with a nod, he said, "Perhaps there was a misunderstanding." He drifted a little lower until his hooves properly touched the ground. they made a soft, ethereal...

"Of course..." Truffle sighed, nodding. "Yes. I suppose we both have that to consider of ourselves. In fact, I do believe we have that to consider with... our worth as protectors and fighters weighed against others. Perhaps I should have a talk with Arceus about that, too." Truffle sighed. "I...

"I sought them out to search for... something dangerous," Truffle admitted. "But I said aloud that it was for the sake of saving others, so they perhaps would not have to fall into such despair as to suffer a fate similar. My powers... manifested strongly as one of protection and guardianship. I...

"Supreme overlord..." Arceus laughed. "I don't know if I like that title!" But he laughed a little more, then settled into a sigh. "...Yes, I suppose that is why I have a direct and constant presence here. Unlike all other worlds, I created this one directly, and I'm keen on looking into how it...

[Content warning: ] Truffle tried to mirror the smile, but it was the emptiest one he'd ever given. "I'm afraid there's... not much that I think to divulge," Truffle said. "Prior to the... prior to joining Joule and Maple, I was but a simple Decidueye with some talent for fighting and...

"No place anywhere..." Truffle looked to Luz, the light in his eyes dimmer than ever. An uncomfortable, thick silence filled the air around them. He had stopped turning pages long ago, and instead he took the time to study Luz. Of what little he knew of her, she was usually full of optimism and...

Pop hummed, looking up. "I don't remember," he admitted. "Far too long ago. Humans... perhaps?" He tilted his head left, then right, then shook his head. "...Even my memories are not perfect. So many ages and ages and ages ago, I'm afraid the details are gone. Civilizations that rose and fell...

"Really, join us?" Truffle asked. "You'd be the first in a long while to do something like that. To leave everything behind to join us whole realities away from your homeland... It isn't an easy feat, you know. But, then again..." Truffle glanced at the books. "I suppose no matter how this...

"Hmm, it sounds to me that you two are on opposite extremes," Truffle said, taking on a more pensive expression. "Let me ask you this, Luz. What happens if you live in an era of peace, where powers as great as yours may not be needed? Prior to this Blacklight incident, that is something the...

"N-no, it's fine, really," Owen said. "I'll walk these off. But... sparring, huh? Yeah. Sure!" Owen grinned. "I don't mind a little sparring. Maybe I can try helping your Grass techniques when I shift to my Guardian form, too, y'know?" He nodded, though he also said, "But... Just don't forget...

"Being a hero..." Truffle beamed again, like before. "Yes. Being a hero is something for glory, but that's only because of the deeds performed. The renown gained from saving others... Yes, there's glory. But that isn't really why heroes do what they do, is it?" Truffle looked at Luz. "It's, in...

Owen flinched a little, then looked over at his body. He looked a little disappointed that the wounds were going away. He liked healing naturally from them... but he saw Cynthian's intent and nodded. "You might remember, you might not," Owen said. "But I think getting down about it will just...

Owen smiled a little. "Well, of course," he said. "If I'm strong, I still had more agency, when I wasn't being controlled. And it's harder to beat me up. If there was someone I wanted to stop, I'd have more power to do it. But... that doesn't really mean much compared to the friends I made. No...

"...Well. They had nothing to do with my losses. If anything, they saved further losses for others. My reasons for fighting were... selfish, masked as selfless. Perhaps even now that's the truth. Still!" Truffle puffed out his feathers. "If I can at least do good for the world, that's all that...

"Um. No." Owen rubbed his arm. "My brain was tampered with so I'd go into a mindless fighting mode when I had to. I've been turning that off lately, but it toys with a Pokemon's natural fighting instincts. Compared to humans, at least." He glanced at Cynthian. "...Back home, I didn't feel free...

"I'm not lying, Cynthian," Owen said firmly. "You know by now that I'm not good at that sort of thing.... And... You should be careful what you're wishing for." Owen looked down. "I was crafted into a weapon. I enjoy fighting but there's always a little feeling in the back of my head that I was...

"Hey, don't think of it that way," Owen said, slowly, ,slowly easing his way down to a sitting position to get more to her height. "You aren't competing with everyone here when we're saving the world. Not everyone's gonna be front and center for all this, but you're still needed just as much as...