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Cynthian didn't argue any further. He sat quietly while Owen's gentle warmth soothed him. He... wasn't going to trust Diyem any time soon, even though he somewhat believed him. Even then, what would Mama Zahra think of him if he went back home and told her he worked for another Dark Matter...

Diyem's arguments were sound. Of course, Cynthian never realized he was controlled by Dark Matter for most of his childhood until after the fact. Until Dark Matter had been banished from his world. Yet, Cynthian didn't believe Diyem, he simply couldn't. His mother's burning face flashed in his...

"Just like the other Dark Matter, you hide somewhere out of reach while we have to do all the dirty work. If any of us were to be killed or captured, it won't matter to you because you can replace any one of us. Hero's aura... cut the crap. We're just the poor unfortunate souls that were the...

"Why should we believe you?" Cynthian asked. It was shocking. It was terrifying. Cynthian was trembling so hard that his legs gave way and he fell down sitting. "Dark Matter is the cruelest of the cruel, the lowest of the low and the embodiment of malice in its purest state." Cynthian looked...

Cynthian wasn't entirely convinced, but he decided to leave it at that. His was starting to nod off while he sat, and sleep weighed heavily on his eyes. "Well, I wish you luck, Seyka. That was a good talk, but I think I'll be heading back to my flower vase now. Let's talk again when you get...

"Whoa, I'm so sorry to hear. What happened to your wings there?" Cynthian asked with a gasp. "For a flying type to lose their wings would be like me losing my flowers, and I can't live without these two." Cynthian raised his flowers, pollen swishing out as he shook them. "Oh, you don't have...

"What? That's a really scary thing to suggest! Would you even be okay if someone cracked your head open? You'd for sure end up dead... but you probably have a good brain in there," Cynthian said with a snicker. Cynthian ruffled his flowers and hummed. Both his flowers were as large as his...

"I must say, I've had my fair share of excitement since I got here, so I see what you mean." Cynthian stared at his reflection on Seyka's shiny feathers. "Were you trying to make your head shinier or something? I don't really know much about flying types, and even less so about steel types. Is...

"I guess. Sorry, I'm just a bit disheartened after the last battle. I appreciate your kind words though," Cynthian said with a relieved smile. "How have you been holding up in all this? Was your wall smashing some sort of training regimen?"

Cynthian raised his flower to retort, but the words failed to come through. At least for the first couple seconds. "Honestly, I shielded Nip back then because if the strongest mons on our team went down, the rest will fall like a house of leaves. I wasn't really considering what would happen...

Cynthian rubbed the back of his head with a chuckle. "You can just call me Cindy for short. Some mon resorted to calling me that back home too." "I often just refer to him as Necky. It also rhymes with Boxy. Does this make us two peas in a pod?" Cynthian muttered to himself as he crossed his...

It took Cynthian a few seconds to connect the association between Boxy and Necrozma, and he failed to stifle the snort that came right after. "Aha, so that's what you call him? Well, it's better than what Curio had for him. She calls him Tin Can." Cynthian walked up to Seyka and sat a few feet...

Cynthian had just made his way back to the living quarters from the guild. His flowers seemed to pull him down and his whole body was sore from exhaustion. Then he heard a crash into the wall and quickly became aware of another mon's presence in the room. The Skarmory... "Boxy? Who's that? And...

"I'll be at the beach if anyone needs me. I could use some sunshine," Cynthian said, leaving with a wave.

Cynthian was about to say he'd be there, but Soda was already gone. So, he didn't.

"You lads have fun with that. I've already gotten all the water I need," Cynthian said. He emptied a water jug into one of the large flower vases in the living quarters. He picked the one that had a multicolored trapezoid pattern on it. A shame there weren't any with floral patterns like the one...

Cynthian wasn't that bothered about food. He had all the water and green gummis he needed.

"Sounds like you're eager to try it, Vulpix," Cynthian chuckled.

"It sounds interesting enough," Cynthian said, eying the gummi casing.

"Oh, more mons are here... Wait, weren't we going to cook a meal or something? We probably shouldn't be filling ourselves up with the ingredients before then," Cynthian said, slowly putting back the next gummi he wanted to stuff himself with.