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Dave looked at her, at the fierce determination in her eyes, a cold hand gripping his insides. The Miracle Matters. Well, they hadn't exactly gotten to come back to their Cibus, had they? Even if Team Spectrum were called back, they weren't fucking coming back here. They just might get pulled...

Dave took a breath, looking away. "Yeah. I hope so. Not that we'll ever fucking know." He paused. Wished for a drink again. "Back when we went to Spirits' Edge, we talked to her dad. Convinced him to come look for her and get her help for the shit he's been up to. Maybe that'll jostle her...

"I mean, I sure fucking hope I don't remember it as some weird dream. Like I said, the fuck are you supposed to do with feeling like you spent months saving other universes as a dog." Shadow looked up at Starr for a moment, silent. "If I remember Brisa, and Mia, and Soda, and everyone, I'll...

Dave took a long breath, looking away. "Yeah." There was a familiar chill snaking through his chest, and before he knew it, Shadow was sitting on the seat beside him, head flat on the table. "Maybe it's better that we won't remember what we lost."

Time for chapter 31, wherein we get a random lengthy filler battle followed by a plot twist I thought up before I started this revision. Chapter 31: Spirit Mark blinked, not sure where he was. He stared into the white ceiling for a few seconds while hearing the thunderstorm roar outside...

Dave'd finished his food. Should he order more? He wasn't hungry, really, just wanted something to drink or chew or something. He looked up at Starr instead, silent for a moment. "Yeah. That sucks, huh. Didn't exactly get a lot of time together."

Okay, whatever. God forbid he try to understand what the fuck she was talking about with her fifteen kinds of unexplained jargon. Dave stuffed the rest of the burger into his mouth. What the fuck did it matter anyway? The politics of some other universe he'd never visit anyway and was shortly...

"Wait, I thought you said humans can't build shit in the deepwilds. You've got train tracks and roads going through it? Or are you saying most territory is just like, off-route non-deepwild, and people never have to pass through the actual deepwilds?" That made more sense, probably. (But then...

“Right. So when people who aren’t trainers need to pass through, they just don’t? Or do people, like, hire a trainer?” He paused. “I guess if you’ve got air travel you can get between places without touching the actual deepwilds per se. What did you do before inventing commercial flight?” He...

There was that again. "So is like... everyone a trainer in your universe? Adults? Where I live it's mostly kids and the competitive league circuit. I mean, people have pets and all, but not actual battling teams, most of the time."

Ancient times with wars and shit. A postwar society? Maybe sapient Pokémon just didn't do war, and they kept human tribalism in check. That'd be something. Killing and eating people, A-okay, but not on an organized scale, you lunatics. "How big is the 'deepwilds'? Like, you made it sound like...

"Law of the jungle, huh?" Dave quirked an eyebrow. "So civilization is just, what, contained within pre-designated cities and routes, and if you go outside of that, it's Pokémon territory and fair game to murder you?" Jesus. "Don't think people'd take kindly to that one in my world. Human...

"...Huh." Dave peered at Starr. "The pact?"

"Huh. Well, my kids brought a fucking Arcanine to a gunfight and it was shot down before it could do a thing, so going to venture that our Pokémon are a good bit more fragile than yours." Dave gulped down more of his soda, the carbonation stinging in his throat. That was about as good as it...

Dave quirked an eyebrow. "Well, in my universe a trained human with a gun's a pretty good match for most Pokémon. What, they immune to bullets in yours?"

Dave snorted. "Yeah. Pokémon being pretty much the same everywhere except they have wildly different levels of sapience? The actual fuck's that about." Legendaries, though. Powers rivaling a small army, concentrated in a single being. Christ. "I guess if they can be taken down that's...

"I mean, it's not like the genetic engineering is surprising. I'm a geneticist, I do engineering research. It's just, how the fuck did Rocket geneticists in your universe just so happen to create the same thing as a bunch of fucking nutcases made up out of whole cloth in mine and then some...

Dave blinked. He honestly wasn't even sure what was more disturbing, teenagers being manipulated by legendaries, or legendaries being manipulated by fucking teenagers. "Honestly? That sounds like you have more to worry about. Good Christ." He had an unsatisfying gulp of soda. "I guess there's...

Dave grimaced and knocked back more of his soda. "You've got legendary bullshit going on too? Should've fucking figured." So, what? These kids were involved in shit that involved not only gangsters but fucking gods? That was probably worse, but it was harder to see it as real. Even after...

"Huh. Didn't you say they dragged you back into the Rocket shit in the first place?" She'd definitely said that. "If you can just drag them off to another region with you, then yeah, for the love of all things holy, drag the teenagers away from the armed gangsters."