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"That's perfect! Oh, I can tell it's going to be fun," Cynthian said excitedly. There were still a few things that worried her, likewwhether that spy was really going not going to try taking Sword again. No matter, things were going to be fine for the time being. With Sword back, Cynthian had...

"Well, at least you look pretty cute as a mew," Cynthian said with a light chuckle. "I'm truly glad to see you safe and sound now." Cynthian raised a bouquet to her chest and smiled. "After losing so much, it warms my heart that at least you two have each other again." "Say, if you're looking...

Cynthian tilted her head and asked, "Does that mean you won't split into two pokemon like what happened to Nutmeg and Mew in this world, or Mew and Priscilla on mine?"

"That's not true at all. This blacklight corruption... it can-" Cynthian lowered her eyes "-it can make even the smallest thoughts or desires you have to go out of control." "It's not right to blame to blame yourself for something you did when you weren't completely yourself, right?" Cynthian...

"I see... We'll have to get Giovanni to tell us exactly how much of what happened had to do with him then." Cynthian pressed a pair of vines to her forehead and sighed. She turned her eyes back to Sword and her gaze lingered on her briefly. Cynthian blushed slightly and looked nervous. "Say, do...

"I don't suppose you know what Giovanni wanted with your world either, or anything about what caused the explosion that took everything away?" Cynthian asked, leaning a bit forward.

"Well Sword used to be a charmander before turning into a Mew... no wait isn't it the other way around?" Cynthian shook her head and shifted her posture on the bed. "If we consider that, it's possible that the blacklight Mewtwo is the same one Giovanni had on Telum. It even has a similar Eternal...

"Had you two met before they took you to Worldcore?" Cynthian asked, shaking her flowers slightly and suppressing their scent. "After our first actual encounter with Giovanni, you'd also said you were working against him to foil his plans." Cynthian asked. She didn't know what Darkwhite really...

"I'm sorry. It must have been hard going through that. I know what it must've felt like," Cynthian said as her flowers became apple scented. She took a deep breath and asked one more question. "What about the person who put you in the worldcore? Did they reveal their true identity to you at...

"Ah..." Cynthian looked at the stone fragment again and recounted what she'd been filled in on by the others. Sword had apparently already been Darkwhite when the hazy creature had found her. "Shield, the first thing you remembered was waking up wounded on Cibus, right?" Cynthian asked...

"I heard about what happened after I passed out last time. It scared me but... I'm just glad you're okay now," Cynthian said with a long sigh. If that other spy hadn't been generous enough to keep Sword from fading... "How much do you remember, from when you were Darkwhite?" Cynthian asked...

A few days had gone by since their second return from the Worldcore. Cynthian still hadn't fully recovered yet: half her cape was still charred and missing as was a portion of her mask. Yet, she insisted on going out to get them some refreshments. Cynthian returned to the infirmary a while...

Cynthian took his time to ponder those words. If the incident that happened back then had been the result of a landslide, would that have changed anything? It was only possible to blame Dark Matter because it was a conscious entity that had a name. Perhaps Diyem was right. At the end of the day...

"Well, of course. I wasn't asking for your personal life." Cynthian sighed and swung his legs slowly a few times. "When you put it that way, it almost does sound like Dark Matter is an inevitability for every world. A force that comes to to crush a world that can't set aside its differences...

"Someone I met once told me that the first step to overcoming one's fear is to understand it. It's like how orange flames used to terrify me, but ever since all my memories returned, I fear them about as much as I fear ice now," Cynthian began. He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Dark Matter...

Cynthian's expression flashed with dread when Diyem suggested that at first. "Right. A joke. Good one," he said with a forced smile. "Anyway, I came here to inquire a few things from you, mostly about the nature of your being," Cynthian glanced up at the small, clearly tired charmander...

"Don't worry. I don't love you," Cynthian bluntly replied. "I don't hate you either. I just... it's complicated, especially being in front of you right now." Cynthian's flower left the metal tray, and he held it together with his other one over his laps. His petals fluttered in a steady...

Cynthian caught a glimpse of a sad lamp floating out of the infirmary on his way there. He wondered if she was feeling better, but she was already before he could ask. With a sigh, Cynthian made his way into the room. He steeled his expression as he entered and made himself comfortable on a...