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Her voice was cold, almost threatening, the sinister quality of the Shadows unsettling; the running instinct was starting to prod at his brain, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Shadow backing away from her a little. "Yeah. Yeah, okay, it's good you were here for that. But it's not...

“Well, you sure look like you haven’t slept in a fucking week.” He frowned. It was hard not to get the feeling, somehow, that Brisa was about ten minutes of additional work away from literally exploding. Her voice still had the dark Shadow quality to it, had done the entire time they’d been...

Dave peered at her. “Have you gotten any fucking sleep?”

Dave exhaled. Owen seemed to be all right. Wishkeeper would watch him. It'd be fine. He glanced at Brisa, at the pure haunted exhaustion on her face behind a fraying mask of stony resolve. Even here she'd been running the fuck all over the place trying to fix every problem. Jesus. "Actually...

So dying in Hell just got you to somewhere else in Hell. Figured. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." He scowled, turning back to Owen. "Why were the gods recruiting you for their inter-godly conflicts? Can't they just mind their own fucking business and leave the mortals out of it? Or, what, are you some...

Dave rolled his eyes almost automatically. “Play God. Right.” Still, it did sound like some pretty dodgy business. “So you... agreed to become this to beat this thing? Why didn’t the gods just handle it?”

Dave shuddered. He glanced at Shadow, who shivered, shrinking under his gaze. "But you're fine. Right? You can control it. You can think about how you'd attack me but that doesn't mean you're going to." The Poochyena brain told him to step back, and he stepped forward instead just to spite it...

Dave followed warily after Owen after noticing him quietly wandering off towards the forest with Wishkeeper in tow. The other Charizard might not be about to literally try to kill him again, but Dave had some questions for him anyway. "Hey, Owen," he said as he approached. He seemed fine, at...

Nate was a trainer. She supposed she remembered something like that, a bit, from when she wasn't herself yet. Dave had beaten him pretty easily when they'd fought, but he'd been smart with that Endeavor at the end. He was probably good as a trainer, when he didn't have to do the fighting...

"Hmm." Mia thought about the fight, narrowing her eyes. She'd been winning before Rocky suddenly used Sheer Cold. She didn't need to do anything different. But he was talking about other people who were smarter than Rocky, and it made sense. Trying to make it harder for them to know what she...

Mia could tell he still didn't want to get Dave back at all, and frowned at him. But then he changed the subject to fighting instead, and that was okay, if he probably wasn't going to change his mind anyway. "What tips?"

"That's not the same. When you drive drunk you're more likely to get into an accident. But they couldn't have kept us by accident, without the other people interfering. It's more like if you went out to drive normally, but then somebody else cuts your brakes so you can't stop when you were going...

Shadow slowly, slowly let go of Owen, and the Charizard gently released him. "I'm glad you're okay," he muttered, but thankfully he left it at that and returned to Dave's side. Brisa looked like hell, and Dave was about to ask if there were berries or anything here, but then Owen wrapped her in...

Mia nodded slowly. "So you don't like genetic engineering because in your world some people made Mewtwo and he kills a lot of people. But our parents weren't trying to engineer any people or Pokémon who could go out and kill anyone or be unhappy about how they were made. They all knew that would...

Hmm. That made a bit more sense. She tilted her head. "It doesn't make any difference what my parents were thinking before I was born. Even if I cared about that, medical research is much more interesting than just wanting to have kids. And you could engineer the stronger Mewtwo so it gets...

"We aren't designed as tools because they didn't mean for us to exist in the first place," Mia said. They'd gone around in a circle again. "We weren't made to do anything. They don't even want us to use our powers. There's no point talking to you if you're just going to keep saying the same...

"Owen, you're fine. You're not going to hurt anyone." Dave breathed a long sigh of relief, his heart still hammering with lingering adrenaline. Owen was holding Shadow close, and even in this world Dave could still feel it. Jesus. Well, so long as he didn't start fucking talking.

"You were arguing that they thought they had the right to make kids that were better or more interesting. But you already knew they didn't. Why would you try to argue something that you know isn't true?" Normally Mia would have stopped trying. There was probably no point. She just wanted to make...

"I already told you they didn't want to make any kids," Mia said, annoyed. There was something weird about the way he talked about it, the vagueness about things that were still too specific to be hypotheticals. It leads to some real bad shit. "Did people make Pokémorphs in your world? What...

"You started being weird as soon as I said I was genetically engineered," Mia said, unblinking. "And then you get angrier every time I talk about how we were made. When you came to attack Dave you called him a science dog. And called his research science mumbo-jumbo."