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"Oh, I'm sorry to hear..." Cynthian said while scratching his cheek awkwardly. "I can't say I truly relate, but I also only have fragmentary memories of my childhood. I don't remember most of what I did while under Dark Matter's influence, and maybe it's best if I don't remember the rest of...

"Oh that's right! You'd lost your memories when we first found you here. You must be glad to have them back and remember who you were now, right?" Cynthian asked, leaning closer again. "Though I'm surprised you haven't really change much even after the fact. I never would've guessed your...

Cynthian stared at Owen for what felt like an hour. He didn't really think much of it when Owen said he was 'going grass', and he never would've guessed he meant that literally. "You look... beautiful," Cynthian said with a chuckle. "I guess I can commend you for that clever metaphor. How long...

Cynthian's eyes drifted towards Owen's tail flame, and he turned away as soon as his eyes fell upon it. He had been instinctively avoiding looking at it at all during their conversation, probably because it didn't actually feel hot. Did Owen do that. "Yes please, I'd appreciate that." Cynthian...

"You're right. Thank you, Owen." Cynthian smiled for the first time since Diyem's revelation. His heart was finally beginning to feel more at ease. "And... I'll give Diyem the benefit of the doubt for now."

"I do trust you guys. I'd never met such such kind and incredible mons like you guys till I got here. You've all been too kind to me, even Curio was there for me when I one of those shades got inside me." Cynthian sniffled while he wiped his face with his flowers. "I never would've gotten the...

"No." Cynthian's resentments and rationality fought for dominance in his mind. He didn't want to believe Diyem was any different than Cibus' and his world's Dark Matter, and yet he also didn't feel the same kind of visceral malice he'd experienced at the hand of Dark Matter. Diyem wasn't even...

"No... but would all the lives he's trampled over ever say that back to him?" Cynthian held his head and exhaled a forced breath. "I'm sure there were millions of pokemon like me from his world who have had their loved ones stolen, their lives ruined and their souls broken by him. If someone...

"You were all so quick to believe him. Either everyone has gone mad, or I'm the one who's mad. It's not fair, Owen. I'm the only one among us who has lived through one of his kind. I'm the only one who knows the kind of horror he's truly capable of." Cynthian said, raising his gaze forward. He...

Cynthian did not leg go of Owen even once as he escorted him to the hidden quarters to try and catch his breath. Cynthian's head was spinning, and the world was crumbling beneath his feet. Cynthian finally unwrapped his vines around Owen when they came by one of the hay beds, though not...