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Dave glared at Owen, hating the hokey childish way he was talking around it, wanting to challenge him on it, but the Charmeleon wasn't looking at him, or talking to him. His heart pounded in his chest, stomach still roiling. Shadow closed his eyes at the touch, shuddering. "...Yeah."...

Shadow glanced at Dave again. "Everything just feels... bad. Sometimes less. Sometimes more." Dave rolled his eyes. "That's real specific." "Sometimes I don't really want to get out of bed in the morning. I do it anyway because the kids need me but it's a struggle." "I mean, who ever does...

Shadow hesitated. "I don't think I want anything," he said, slowly. "It's always been like this, for a really long time." Mia narrowed her eyes at him. "Is this because the other me died?" "Longer than that." Dave's eyes snapped open. "Jesus, you people. Can I have my nap or are you all just...

Shadow laid his ears flat again. "...Not really. I'm afraid we're not going to be able to stop Joule." Dave gave a frustrated sigh. "But I never really feel great." Mia cocked her head. "What does that mean?" "Wants you to throw him a fucking pity party, I guess," Dave grumbled. "Is there a...

The Shadow blinked at him. "...Me?" It looked hesitantly back at Dave, who scowled but didn't otherwise react. "...I guess you can just call me Shadow?" Well, at least it shouldn't come as a fucking surprise that his Shadow wasn't any better at names than he was.

"I mean, I came here for a fucking nap, and then you insisted on talking. So unless you want to tell me about how on earth you're four hundred fucking years old, I'm good." Dave slumped back down on the bed. The Shadow looked hopelessly at Owen, ears flat. "...He hates me." "Congratulations...

"Yeah, no, you hadn't mentioned that. I mean, I gathered you're not a kid." Mia looked pretty intrigued. "Is that normal lifespan for a Charmander in your world? In ours you would be dead." "And, uh, I mean, sure, go ahead and talk to him if you like, it'd be nice to not worry about him...

Dave raised an eyebrow. He knew Owen was older than he seemed, but fucking 400? "Yeah, again, tell him that. That time during the fight he was still going on about how I should stay away from Mia, so I'm assuming he's still on the pedophile conspiracy train."

"I mean, it's not like we did a lot of fucking talking in the first place? Dude disappears for days at a time and avoids people unless he needs something." Dave glanced at Mia. "Well, during the fight against Giovanni Mia got caught in a Pokéball, and he picked it up and released her, and just...

Fuck. Of course Owen remembered that. "Yeah," the Shadow muttered. "It was bad. Nate attacked me." "He was just drunk as fuck and yelling wild accusations pulled out of his ass." "He was trying to separate me from Mia. I thought he might have been the spy. We'd been talking about how maybe...

The Shadow hesitated, looking over at Dave as if for permission. He squeezed his eyes shut, paw over his face. He could probably just make some excuse to get out of here, but knowing Mia she was going to continue this anyway and he was already about at the limits of her patience with putting it...

Dave glared at the wall. "Doesn't act a whole fucking lot like me, does it." Mia was frowning, looking at the shivering Poochyena in the corner. "That's true. Usually when you're scared you try to act like you aren't but he doesn't do that." Dave made a frustrated noise, gritting his teeth...

Dave glanced at Wishkeeper. "Yeah, well, mine can't seem to shut the fuck up about whatever nonsense unless I'm constantly keeping it in check, so no, we're not really getting along. Any advice on how to have it not do that, I'd be thrilled." "He means it says what he's thinking," Mia said...

"Yeah," Dave said. "Hi." He vaguely raised a paw in greeting and slumped down on his bed. "No," said Mia. "He's being weird and drinking a lot. He does that sometimes." The Shadow opened its mouth. "No, you fucking don't," Dave growled at it.

The strategy meeting hadn't been very encouraging. Sending Joule to the Reverse World like Bahamut suggested would just make his attack apocalyptically devastating in a slightly different way. The whole mission to distract him, well, they might be able to stall him for a bit, but he'd reflect...

"Yeah. Sure. Thanks for the chat." Dave looked after Bahamut as he left. Well, he supposed this'd been reasonably productive on net. "Maple must think there's no way to save Joule," Mia said. "I guess. But why the fuck would she? We've already saved like a dozen mind-controlled legendaries...

Yeah, come to think of it. Wow. "Jesus. That's cold." Probably about what they should've expected from somebody who'd cheerfully worked with them for a while only to then threaten to kill them all if they stepped a toe out of line, though, honestly. Why the fuck was he even surprised.

"...Huh. Maple doesn't want to try getting through to him?" Jeez. Imagine telling Joule that afterwards.

"Yeah, that definitely checks out. Not real optimistic about trying to invoke the fucking power of friendship on somebody we've never even actually met." God, Maple. Dave couldn't be entirely thrilled about bringing her along, but sure, if she and Joule were an item she was probably their best...

Okay. That probably made sense. Dave considered asking for more details about the particulars, but he'd should probably just ask Owen later, if he was in on it, rather than try to get more out of Bahamut right now. At the very least it was good to know he'd tried other ways to resolve the...