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Holy shit. Nate looked up at Diyem, even more at a loss for words than before. But it did feel like he needed to say something here. "That... Damn. It must have been fucking terrifying, thinking those bastards were gonna come down on you for what she did. You definitely got some things you need...

Nate and Rocky go to see Karat together, so Rocky can apologize for endangering Deoxys. Rocky also says he's going to work together with Puddle to find a way to revive Deoxys. Nate says he'll be helping out with that in any way he can as well.

For a moment Nate could only stare in disbelief. It didn't compute, the big grumpy guy breaking down like this. Even being crammed into that fucking machine hadn't been enough to do it, or talking about his fucking torture-therapy. But a second later he tore his gaze away, embarrassed and unsure...

That... had pretty much been what Nate had gathered, yeah. Well, he'd kind of thought that Diyem had fallen in love with Xerneas because he'd felt like Eien--hell, he didn't know how much Xerneas had been controlled by Eien's corruption, was feeding on her own emotions, maybe. What a fucked-up...

"You kidding? What's not to forgive?" Nate said. "I don't think you gotta worry about her not understanding." Not that that was likely to stop the guy from worrying about it, but still. You had to say it. Nate rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, I ain't the type to say you gotta be all open...

Nate winced. Bad enough if he simply hadn't managed it, but to be fucked up enough to not even think to try? Jesus. "Do you think," he said hesitantly, "that all that with Xerneas, the, uh, influence and all... Do you think Xerneas was doing that on purpose?"

So, yeah, basically they were all fucked. At this point Diyem was probably the weakest link in their merry bunch of assholes, since he was only one guy and had been forced down onto the planet with all the rest of them. And if he went down, so did everybody else on Team Spectrum, at least unless...

Nate snorted. "Yeah, that's comforting." So basically, yeah, if they didn't stop whatever shit on Cibus, it might end up coming home to roost where Nate lived, too. Probably not in his lifetime, but still. Did it even matter? It wasn't like he'd been fucking slacking, thinking it didn't matter...

"Ah, yeah, he did say that. I guess that would make sense. If that was the case, then it sounds like what brought the God Squad here was either Eien, or some other non-Dark-Matter bullshit that was already happening. Somebody getting here ahead of time and trying to lure Maple and Eien in, get...

Oh, right. Tree of Life. It was right there on the fucking tin. Nate rubbed his face. Clearly he was too slow to try to be following Dark Matter roulette today, but here they fucking were anyhow. "Lemme see if I got this right. Back when Cibus was dealing with Dark Matter, the guy ended up...

Nate listened as Diyem made his way through each of the different energies. Five of them. Like he'd said, at first they'd been thinking there were three. Nate dearly hoped nobody was going to start pulling more damn energies out of their ass later on. Five was more than enough. "You could be...

"Yeah, I was gonna say. My world, sure, all the wacky shit happening turning out to be one huge coincidence is exactly how it'd go down. Be one hell of a funny joke for the gods that don't exist there. But Cibus? Feels like pretty much everything around here happens for a reason. Wouldn't be...

Nate tilted his head. "You mean, like. You think this is all some kind of huge accident?"

"Whatever happens, we're for sure gonna be seeing it soon," Nate said grimly. "Soda was all out collecting those five energies, right? And he got them. Best way to go on at this point is assume that yeah, there's some super-ultra-shade thing out there--probably up there, on the moon--that...

Nate listened solemnly, then tried to figure out what to say to that. His fucking legs were getting tired. He settled down on the floor, as much to give himself time to think as anything. "I mean, no, I definitely don't. It sounds fucking awful, though. Major fucked up. So blocking that is one...

"Yeah," Nate said after a beat of silence. "You been through a lot of shit." As if that wasn't the understatement of the fucking century. Compared to all that, fair enough, it probably barely registered. But still. "Why d'you think you ain't gonna talk to Xerneas again, though? Like you don't...

Well, if that wasn't a hell of a carefully-worded answer. Said a whole lot by not saying anything. "Well, that's good. Especially the positive emotions thing. Otherwise you'd probably've gotten blasted back to being a charmander just walking into the same room as Cabot, huh?" Nate eyed the...

Nate jumped slightly when Diyem pointed out his tree. Jesus Christ. Imagine catching sight of that thing out of the corner of your eye when you were home alone. "I, uh, like the berries," he said weakly. Standing there with the charizard and the screaming tree and the bread writhing around on...

Nate managed to get a hand up to block the crouton before it could hit him in the face. "Hey, Toast," he said, a little dazedly. Around the side of Diyem's body he could see some kind of shadowy, leafy jungle place. Nate took a cautious step inside. Okay, so Diyem's house wasn't normal. It was...

Nate did fall down when something smashed into the far side of the door, the wood rattling under his fist. What the fuck? He was back on his feet by the time Diyem pulled the door open, albeit watching nervously from a couple feet back. The charizard was apparently in the middle of a fight...