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And he was gone. Dave exhaled slowly and realized he was shaking. Fuck. Brisa? he thought. Just talked with Soda. I'm all right. Coming home. Something bumped against him, and he jumped, but it was only Shadow. He'd fucked off when he went to meet with Soda; on the one hand, thank God, but on...

This was it. He was leaving. Soda'd told him a deluge of information, but was still set on his insane fucking world-destruction plan unless they worked something out, fished out of Maple why she hadn't helped him and found a better way. An ultimatum. Did he give a shit about Cibus? Apparently...

Dave squinted at Soda. Was he implying he'd hidden a letter for this weeks-old child god who mirrored everything he saw in some kind of softcore porno magazine? That sure was a detail Luz had tactfully elided from her report. "...Right. Well, sounds like that one's resolved, I guess." The note...

Goddamn it. Had nobody actually gone and snapped Diyem out of his nonsense? Dave shuddered at the thought of trying to fight Maple, in fucked-up even more ludicrous insect dragon form, out of her mind on corruption. Something 'triggering' with Eien...? Everything continued to be a pretzel of...

His heart thumped in his chest. He was giving them time. That was something. "What?"

Dave's heart took a sickening lurch. "Not when it might destroy an entire fucking planet I'm not. Jesus, you think your partner is going to want anything to do with you anymore if you got her back by genociding a planet's worth of people? She's going to wish you'd stayed locked out." (Mia...

Dave took a deep breath through his nose. It was hard to fault any of Soda's plans as he presented them. Maintaining he wouldn't hurt anyone that didn't deserve it. Full soul continuity for everyone, everything just as it was. Everything'd pop back to normal if something went wrong, too. How...

The confirmation only carved out a hollow pit in his stomach. Soda's defensiveness about it in the infirmary made a lot more sense, didn't it. So sure he was accusing him of being the spy. Adamant that he hadn't saved his life, because that'd take an Arceus. "You kill S'more?" he asked in a...

Not encouraging. Dave took another breath, tense. “Thing is, it does sound a whole lot like you’ll be killing everyone, and then creating some new people instead with convenient memories of being us and being perfectly happy with what you did. If... look, you’ve just been talking about souls. If...

Dave felt his hackles rising, another shudder down his spine. "Borrow, huh." He took a breath, his gut clenching. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but that sounds an awful lot like a euphemism for just fucking nuking everything, and then maybe creating something that looks like it in its place. You...

Dave clenched his jaw. Of course. Why the fuck wouldn't Maple be highly corrupted. It'd sure explain the way shades came from Joule, before Diyem ever touched Cibus. And yeah, he'd seen the photo of Maple's nightmare fucking true form. He'd tried to tell everyone not to trust Maple this entire...

There was a lot there, too much to cover. Putting Cibus back. Whatever kind of afterlife Soda thought he'd be having. His partner. The thing that stuck wasn't even the most important by any objective measure, but it latched onto his brain. "What's going on with Maple?"

Little orbs of power floated above Soda's paw. All the energies they'd talked about. He had everything he needed already, basically. The power of a god. Maple and the Overseers not helping tracked. Bean himself had explained they were too busy for the mere oppressive gods. The Arceus from...

Dave looked warily at him, at the mismatched colors of his body. Somehow he thought of Jean, after she half-evolved, lost and strange and in pain. His heart thumped. "What are you planning?"

Dave froze, another full-body chill running through him. He sat, still, staring straight ahead, claws digging into the bench. "So you're an aspirant Arceus," was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

Dave jumped at Soda's sudden appearance and his heart came close to actually exploding. And yet, it was somehow comforting. Soda was acting like his usual self. "Always. Want to sit down?" He gestured at a bench nearby, headed for it without waiting for an answer. His heartbeat thundered in...

Dave approached the park, slowly, heart hammering deafeningly in his chest, hyperaware of the straps of his backpack. He jumped at a random noise and hated it, growled at the empty air. He hadn't really been to this park. He didn't really get parks, generally; they were just there, nothing...