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It didn't take long for Owen to reciprocate, swooping down and picking Brisa up in not just his arms, but his wings, too. He wasn't the strongest, physically, but his sheer size made the gesture trivial. He was so warm. The air was like blankets. And Owen held her at just the right pressure...

"I tried tracking down some of the authors, but a lot of them are really secluded," Owen said. "But for my favorite one... I found the author there. But I can't talk about the ending; I'm sworn to secrecy." He nodded firmly, looking deadly seriously for only a second. Then, he relaxed again...

"Yeah." Owen nodded. "And if there was a time where I'd be cut off from my world... Well, that'd be awful, actually, but... It'd be at least a little, or a lot, better if someone like you was there, too." Funny. He hated what was happening in his world, but he still wanted to go back. Maybe he...

Owen thought about it, laughing to himself. "...I think you already had an idea or two when you found True Owen in my head," he replied coyly.

"She'll grow up fine," Owen said, nodding. "I think they're going to be pretty big unknowns to the world, but between help from Diyem, Eien, the Overseers... I think it's pretty clear they're gonna be heroes in their own way. That's... probably exactly what they'd asked for, huh?" He looked down...

"Definitely," Owen said, stretching his wings routinely as Cal marveled at the sea glass, literally wrapping one of her hands around it. Owen, smiling a little, glanced at Luz and Cal thoughtfully. "It's interesting, huh?" He gestured to Luz and Cal. "...Luz likes to keep her form, right? Mimic...

"That's the spirit," Owen said, and despite the fact that it seemed like Owen had been waiting for Brisa to say it, he, too, had been looking for validation. "I want to think I'll do the same at home, too. I'm too stubborn to let all my troubles keep me down forever. I'm always making sure I...

There was a low fizzle from Owen's tail. That was a new noise, like a flame that wanted to go out, but refused to. Owen's expression was a little strained as well, imperceptibly, but so clearly thanks to his flame. "I'm glad, too," he said. "...One way or the other, I think we'll meet again...

Brisa wasn't the only one lost in thought. But just as it was easy to read Brisa, Owen himself was easy to read when relaxed. And it was easy to tell when he was relaxed. The slower pace, the lazily folded wings, the slight squint his eyes did. The Charizard's gaze was mostly, but not entirely...

"That's gonna be a big dessert," Owen said with a smirk. "Just because I'm big doesn't mean I'm slow!" He was. <><><>

"Oh, er, yeah." Owen lowered his head sheepishly. "Sorry. I guess I should have made that more clear so I don't look like an optimistic idiot..."

"Oh, so many times!" Owen laughed, and for some reason, despite the gravity of it all, he seemed jovial. Maybe it was because he had them back now... or he was just the sort to be hopelessly cheerful against such grim realities. "I kind of lost count. It's devastating... But I'm still here. And...

"Before I got to Cibus," Owen said, "I came from a world like it, called Kilo. But I also know a lot about humans and stuff, too, so... I guess you could say, in some ways, a little bit of both." He weaved left and right idly. "I used to think humans were these mythical creatures that ate metal...

Owen nodded encouragingly. "All this has proven is that it's possible... And I think you'd have to be strong to begin with to get to this point at all. That's how I see it, at least." He nodded firmly. He wanted to ask what her world was like, but he had a feeling that she wouldn't want to talk...

A quizzical glance was Owen's answer, looking her over. "Well," Owen said in a way that perhaps a father would to their daughter, "I don't really know how someone like you could be weak in any way, after all that's happened."

"No," Owen said, "humans... are strong. Just because they don't show it in the same way Pokemon do, they're still strong." He glanced at Cuicatl, then continued ahead. "I was just talking to Koa about this, actually," he added, laughing a little.

They had been flying for some time, drifting over the skies in this sense of freedom Owen always enjoyed. The usually talkative Charizard had clearly been bothered by something, or was at least pensive about it, for him to be so quiet. So when Cuicatl finally started talking, he seemed almost...

"Flying?" Owen asked. "Well, sure! I was thinking we could spar, since that's a really Pokemon thing to do compared to humans... but flying is also fine! I don't think humans can fly on their own..." He nodded, stretching his wings. "I'll try not to bump into you. I can be a little clumsy in the...

"Hmm..." Owen leaned back, thoughtful. "I'm not really sure... It's too bad we haven't really done any hanging out like this before. But you know, if you're going to miss this place, miss being a Hydreigon and all that... Why not live it up right now, huh? We could have some fun together." He...

Owen didn't reply immediately. Instead, his eyes seemed to glaze over, possibly running through the many times it had happened, and then he stared at the horizon. "Well," he said, "I'll be mad about it. Mad that something was taken away from me when I wanted to keep it, just like anything else...