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Dave glanced at Ionys again. "Look, Cibus is a world of sunshine and rainbows and friendship. They'll give anyone a second chance over there. Already got several people who've been through being the villain of the day."

Dave looked around. They were doing the brain-diving thing again? Well, why the fuck not. They'd magically befriended every 'villain' thus far; why not the Eternal Blacklight? He glanced at Ionys. "Want to look inside this thing's head?"

Fugu's paw on his shoulder somehow cleared it all away into nothing. Dave was fine, and she left him with her fucking sword, pulsating with Blacklight. Was he supposed to know how to use that? The blade whipped through the air as if to demonstrate. Okay. Sure. Without the buzz clouding his...

Dave held her silently for a moment, clutching her mane, the Blacklight heavy in his chest. Get better. When did he ever get better? "It's... it's fucking worth it, okay? Even when you lose the people you care about it's better that you had them. Brisa, I'm..." "I'm glad we met," Shadow...

He started to recoil away and then just couldn't, not when she sounded like this, saying she needed him, fighting through the toxic aura in spite of everything. He pulled her close and held her tight, bright golden shields forming around them, and tried to think of something, anything to say...

In a horrid instant, the world seemed to zoom in, and there was nothing but stark, buzzing Blacklit clarity, the rest of the world murky and indistinct. The air around him felt thick and nauseating to breathe. Fine. He'd just... he'd just act on his own. Nobody had to come near him. Better that...

Diyem's telepathy was abuzz with urgent strategic chatter, Mia zooming around between people to confirm their current capabilities. "Somebody try to take out the Divine Power!" Dave yelled at their allies. "We're going to go disrupt that thing!" Before he moved, though, he hesitated. He...

"Fuck off," Dave snapped at Bahamut. He looked around at the crowd of spirits grappling with the Blacklight puppets. Owen was telling them telepathically, urgently, to call on people they knew, get them to help. Dave rolled his eyes. "You know what? Hey, Arceus?" he shouted, trying to find if...

Dave struck the thing, and then fell back, Shadows curling around him, shaking on his feet with exertion. Moving was like swimming through sludge, his head pounding. Maybe he could manage one more strike. But then again all his body wanted to do was stand, right here, and wait for whatever was...

Dave sat there, holding Mia, in the vortex of everything, and listened to his teammates prattling on about hope and faith and defiance, and Soda's dead, his heart pounding in his ears, nausea crawling in his throat. Half a foot in the grave. He'd been run ragged just by a fucking Colosseum...

The cannonblast was deafening, and one moment Soda was there and the next he just wasn't. Dave looked wildly around for where he'd pop back out of the air. Owen was yelling that he couldn't find him. "Soda...? Hey, Soda!" Didn't mean anything. Soda'd spent half their Colosseum fight fucking...

Dave glanced back toward where the Light Power had been, where Soda was still struggling with his powers, mind racing over whether to ask him to do whatever it was he was going to to protect them against the oncoming barrage, but before he could ask, he noticed the small blue Pokémon crawling...