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The Substitute tore in half, and Mia landed, satisfied. "In my world all Pokémon are battlehearts," she said after a moment. "Humans aren't. I think we all were but most of the others pretended they weren't."

Mia shrugged. "Breaker couldn't fix the parasite either. Maybe going into your brain is better." Maybe people should go into Dave's brain and remove whatever it was that was making him weird. He probably didn't want her to tell Owen that either. Mia built speed again, zooming back and forth...

He looked at Starr, padding over towards the kitchen to get some painkillers. "Why, what happened last night?" Fuck. Shouldn't have fucking fallen asleep. Had Starr just rejected her or something? Would be a bizarre fucking time to make a move on her, but then again Brisa'd yelled half of 'I...

Mia landed, keeping a displeased eye on the Substitute. "Sometimes I think about eating people but I don't," she said. "I like thinking it but actually doing it wouldn't be worth it. So I don't. It can't make me do anything." She cocked her head. "Does the battle mode activate when you don't...

Aggressive? Dave was mostly just a bit weird and then increasingly mopey when he was drunk. Was that something he didn't want her to talk to other people about? "If it wears off, then it's better if you just don't use it. You can still fight and be yourself. You even have Perceive. You don't...

Mia frowned at being dodged, eyes narrowing to glowing green slits. "But if it changes what you want, you'd be just as happy if you just stayed like that and kept fighting." She took off the ground, wings buzzing to build up speed, circling around Wishkeeper.

Mia walked in Wishkeeper's direction but kept her eyes on Owen, frowning. "So it made it so you couldn't make decisions anymore?" Without warning, she lunged towards Wishkeeper and the Substitute again.

Modifications? That was interesting. "Did they change you to be better at fighting?"

"Oh. Uh. Probably not? She's always out and about, being friends with fucking everyone." He squinted at the light again as he lowered his paw down to push himself up, feeling like death. He half-fell off the couch and shook himself. "She was with you last night, right? You, uh, all recovered, I...

"I do that too," Mia said. "Is that a battleheart thing in your world?"

"Mwuh?" Dave stirred at the sound of the door opening and someone calling. Was the front door unlocked? God. Why couldn't he just fucking sleep? He blinked, pulled his aching head up, tried to wipe off the spot of drool on the couch. He winced at the light streaming in through the windows...

Mia tilted her head, looking blankly at him. "What's wrong with how your mind works?"

So not being a battleheart was the mutation. That was interesting. Pokémon losing the drive to battle if they didn't need it anymore would make sense. "The other me wasn't allowed to do much fighting," Mia said. "My parents and Dave said I couldn't fight Pokémon because I didn't have Pokémon...

Mia cocked her head, pausing. "That's weird. Is it like a genetic mutation?" She took aim at the Substitute again, zigzagging from side to side as she approached.

Mia darted towards the Substitute, feinting to the left, then lunging to hit on the right as Wishkeeper moved to dodge her. "I like fighting. Dave says it makes Pokémon brains release a lot of endorphins. Shades probably don't have endorphins or normal body chemistry, but the other me did, so I...

"That would be nice. It's better to train with somebody else who can react. I train with Rocky a lot." She raised her scythes, tensing in preparation for what Wishkeeper would do.

Mia narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm strong. But this body isn't solid. It absorbs impact. It would be better if it didn't."

Mia knocked down the last training dummy and looked around. Owen had become too big to sleep in the house so he usually rolled around in a Pokéball. She hadn't seen him much in a while. "Hi."

Mia couldn't find Nate or Rocky. They were probably out working getting everything prepared before they went to fight Eien, which made sense. Mia would rather train, though. Everyone else was already working on it, and adding more people would have diminishing returns. Technically Dave was...

After a long night, Dave had fallen asleep in an ungainly position on the couch, an array of empty bottles on the coffee table, and Shadow had dissipated. Brisa hadn't been home yet; he'd figured she was still with Starr, making sure she was okay, like the kind of person she was. When Mia...