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Shit. It wasn't real comfortable to think of a whole region of the planet just being "a loss." Three weeks was a lot longer than Nate had expected them to have, though. Maybe they would have time to get some work done on the Soda problem--if they didn't have to spend all of it scrambling to find...

"Oh, fuck no," Nate said, crossing his arms. "Like I said, Flesh would have to be okay with it. And the substitute who's in the cells right now. And you, obviously. It won't work without the three of you." But what the mightyena had said... fuck. "I guess if Flesh tries getting in touch with...

Nate winced. He couldn't deny that he'd been thinking along the same sort of lines as Cal, but Jesus, no need to put it like that. "I mean, if he's paying any attention, there's no way he ain't heard what's up with that shithead on the moon, but does that mean he believes it? And if he ain't...

For a second Nate stared, confused, at the bottle of beer Owen had pulled out of thin air, and then, oh. Right. Of course he fucking would be here, wouldn't he? Just like last time. Nate supposed he should be grateful. This was the one from the Tree of Life? Yeah, he actually probably should be...

Nate listened to Diyem's explanations, rapt. Jesus. Imagine having a whole fucking world inside you, all full of goddamned depressed dead people. Imagine you were the one who'd killed all of them. It was hard to even wrap his head around. Hard to feel like it was real, like that was something...

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Nate said, looking between Diyem and Maple. "You, too?" Was there anyone around here who wasn't like five different things? He made a frustrated gesture at Maple. "And you didn't realize something was up when she turned out to look like your special ultimate form or...

"Uh, yeah, I was kinda wondering about that," Nate said, glancing at the fruit-thing over his shoulder. "I mean, it popped out after I broke one of those eternatus seals in the tree, like there was this little bush that grew or something, so I figure it has to be something to do with Xerneas. Is...

The mewtwo was in Diyem's Voidlands now? Just what the fuck had Nate missed in the like ten minutes where he was dealing with the seal? "That's good," he said after a moment. "Maybe we'll be able to break the seal on him, too. Is there, uh, any way he can hurt you from in there, though? Like...

Well, if that wasn't vague as hell. Eternatus, Voice of Life, Dark Matter, and somehow Telum got all crunched up inside her. Sure. Whatever. "So you've got an eternatus in your Voidlands," Nate said. "Can you be sure that it's in there right now? What about the Dark Matter? In there somewhere...

Nate wondered where Bahamut had fucked off to, after all that. Really going to go off and meditate in the forest or whatever the fuck without hearing what the hell had gone on on the Maple side of things? "Ain't your fault," he said, considering Maple with arms crossed. "I mean, we even checked...

"Well, shit," Nate said, staring at the churning storm of energy that gushed from the ruins of the tree. Fuck's sake. They'd been so close. They'd been so goddamned close. After a minute or so he started to struggle in Rocky's grasp. "Put me down, you fuck." The familiar absently set the...

The seal broke, and some kind of tree sprouted from the ground below it. Nate stared as it grew and unfurled and dropped some kind of prismatic fruit. Well, okay. At least the fruit seemed friendly. After that, things happened very fast. Bahamut! Owen! What the fuck is-- But he couldn't make...

I know. Don't seem like a reason not to try.

Good Christ. And Nate had almost managed to forget how much of a fucked-up bastard Bahamut was. Yeah, well, the idea would be to be to remember it before it was a fucking crater. I sure as fuck hope the guy can't relate to that.

The fucking mewtwo. Nate grimaced. There sure as hell hadn't seemed like there was any way to get through to the guy. Not like he hadn't tried, but... Maybe he hadn't worked hard enough at it. He hadn't. Definitely not. If Bahamut thought there was a way, then hell, he and Owen probably had a...

Nate picked his way across the uneven floor, following Rocky with Xernatus at his side. He couldn't relax, even knowing that Diyem seemed to have Maple under control and Bahamut and Owen were handling the other problems. This place was so fucking creepy. It was hard to believe that something...

I'm here! Rocky called to Nate, and the marshtomp relaxed, absently putting out a hand to lean against the wall. What the fuck was that about? Why weren't you answering? I didn't want the mewtwo to hear! Rocky rolled out around a tree root and over to where Nate stood. He didn't want to go...

Nate came panting up behind Owen, a little unsteady on his feet. For fuck's sake, he couldn't believe evolving made him miss having to run around on all fours. It didn't take long to take in the situation, considering Eien was fucking huge and right there. But his heart sped when he saw the...

Nate frowned at the ceiling; without realizing it, he was mirroring Owen's tendency to stare while he talked over telepathy. Reluctantly, he responded. Yeah. We know where the mewtwo is. More or less. We need to figure out what's going on with Eien, too. He sent another thought reaching towards...

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