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Owen shrank some when Brisa raised her voice, though he seemed to have enough mettle to not back down entirely. He nodded when Brisa relaxed. "Yeah. L-like I said, he's harsh, but I think he's just trying to help, in his own... Shadowy way. Maybe that means my subconscious side is also trying to...

Owen stared, slack-jawed for a few moments, and then jerked his head upward. "What do you mean, you told me so? When did you--Oh right. Well, er..." He turned back to Brisa. "I don't think he said anything all that helpful anyway. Just something about how what's making your Shadows worse is your...

"Mhm." Owen could sense the apprehension in the air, so he made it easier for now. It pooled below his feet and rose behind him, looming and staring with those golden, featureless eyes. It stared at Brisa, judging silently. "...So, there he is," Owen said with a nervous titter. The flaming...

"I won't," Owen said. "I've already got Bahamut telling me to be honest with myself, too. And now that I have my Shadow lecturing me about how to be proper and all that, it's not like I have anywhere to hide anymore." He laughed a little, rubbing his cheek. "Mm... But all things considered, I...

Owen watched, a little surprised to hear that, but he smiled anyway. "Yeah, thanks, I... yeah. I don't have much trouble speaking to others nowadays, since, you know, comes with the job and interacting with clients... Back when I actually did that job and wasn't--not important. I, er, I've been...

"Still haven't caught up with everyone, huh?" Owen asked, sighing. "Yeah, I guess after everything, you should focus more on resting and all that..." He stood up, stretching. "I'm glad that we were all able to get through it safely, at least. Maybe later we can get together and plan our next...

Owen nodded, grinning. "Right. Sounds great to me!" He sighed, looking lighter than before. "There's nothing wrong with wanting a fight now and then, after all. Outlets and healthy, productive uses of it, and stuff." Though, speaking of her Shadows... "Yeah, and about that, your Shadows... In...

"Thank you," Owen said, his voice quieter than usual. "I'd... appreciate that. I don't want to become that monster again. It's part of me and I'm never going to get rid of it, but... I can at least keep it down. Turn it into something more productive, you know? That's sort of how I wound up...

It was a relief to feel a lack of terrified eyes on him. He nodded along, saying, "That's one reason I meditate. It keeps me even and calm and steadies my aura, or whatever the equivalent is here. It helps calm that need to fight. Fighting on its own is fine, and as long as I do it only a...

Owen could tell, and he wasn't sure how much he wanted to say anymore. But he'd already let it out, and refusing to elaborate further would probably just make Brisa fill the gaps in with something worse. Maybe. "...I lose it when I battle," Owen said. "When I battle too much, I mean. There's...

Owen's eyes remained neutral, but his flame betrayed him and crackled near the end of Brisa's quiet rant. "Why can't you just stop," Owen repeated like he was speaking of an old friend. "You like to fight. It's... part of you. And you're in a team where not a lot of them are the same way. You're...

Owen seemed to understand, fiddling with his flame and seemingly 'scooping' off a stray ember or two to dance around his claws. "I guess that's true," he said. "Even back home, I have a lot of people worried that I might lose it if I don't focus. That's why I meditate so much, actually. It helps...

Owen smiled a little at Brisa's commend on friends, though the way he smiled suggested he was treated it as a given rather than a revelation. Unsurprised. Though, as Brisa continued, the smile became something of a pensive frown, and he finally asked, "What do you mean? Curio, Starr... I don't...

"Oh..." That was very different from how Owen had been treated. Sure, he looked a little odd, and behaved a little oddly, but he still made it into one of the best career paths in all of his world. He had a team, and a family that supported him, and sure, maybe he was in danger of dying now and...

"Well..." Owen scratched the back of his head, thoughtful. The conflicting expression seemed to be more one of trying to phrase himself, rather than anything that troubled him of his past. "Hmm... I guess I did. My adopted mother is a Gardevoir, for one, but..." Owen laughed a little. "Well, I...

"Oh, yeah, a little," Owen said with a nervous chuckle. Seeing that he had everything taken care of, he sat down against the wall and curled his tail in front of him. "I guess I should explain the difference since everyone's world seems to be a little different. Where I'm from, there are two...

"Ah! Thank you." Owen sighed, taking the bowl and pulling his backpack over to the front of his chest to slip the bowl in. "I really need to try using my other senses more. I get kind of self-conscious of it in public now and then because, you know, coming off as feral and all that..." He rolled...

" . . . only time I forgot something. Like, you totally forgot stuff before, so don't think this is a me thing! ...Oh, sure, because that's what the difference is." Someone was talking to... apparently someone too quiet to hear down the hall. The voice was getting louder and the voice was...

Owen watched her go, a distant smile on his face, and he thought back to the fight. The smile turned to a pensive frown. "...I wasn't even much of a threat during all that," he mumbled to himself, pacing. "Cabot was set up right away... I guess Nate used a bunch of Blast Seeds, but maybe we...

He didn't like thinking about that, either. Owen perked up anyway, giving an enthusiastic nod to Curio. "Everyone has their problems, but I think with everyone here, we can keep going forward anyway, right? If you ever feel like your, um, Shadows are too much, I'll be here, too. The same way you...