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"I will," Truffle said weakly. "And I agree, Icetales... But I... I really do need to rest," he said, and this, based on where he was and what Zinc had told them, was true. Maple deflated a little, sighing. Some tension went away. "That's good to hear, then," she said, and then laughed. She...

Maple was somewhere between worried and frustrated, like she didn't know how to save someone standing right in front of her. Perhaps that was how Truffle felt when speaking to Ionys, she wondered. "...I'll... I'll try," he said. "I shall seek someone... as you wanted." His eyes were looking at...

"And more to that," Maple said, "I can't... reach out to spirits that do not have a flame. I--if you were to... I wouldn't have been able to find you." "Then perhaps I would go home," Truffle replied weakly. I..." His eyes seemed to be looking at another plane entirely. Thinking back to what...

"I apologize," Truffle said, closing his eyes. He spoke evenly. "It was... wrong of me to press on so far. Nobody else follows this way of the warrior." "And you knew nobody else did," Maple said, suddenly unable to speak up. Truffle tensed, because he knew he hadn't said everything. "If you...

The silence continued, but this time it looked like he was weighing how to say things, what to tell them, rather than whether to tell anything at all. Finally, however, he sighed, his voice like a little, low birdsong. "...A Ward is meant to fall in battle before their allies. To allow an ally...

"...Perhaps I should not, for it isn't too important," Truffle said. "That isn't entirely it, either," Maple replied darkly. "...You are going to say it, or I will." Truffle tensed a little at that, then looked down at Leg, who was trying her best to get comfortable. It wasn't easy.

Truffle still said nothing, like he was lost in thought. He heard them, perhaps, but something else was on his mind. "Speak, Truffle. You owe them at least that," Maple finally said, and her voice was like a command. Finally, he complied. "...I wasn't... thinking. I was clouded by... the will...

Truffle didn't answer. Perhaps he no longer remembered. He only kept his focus on the empty space of the wall, absently petting Leg's disguise.

That light in Truffle's eyes was flickering again, even more than before, like an illusion that was finally disappearing. Perhaps Ionys wasn't the true master of those after all. "Leg..." She pressed against him again, quiet. "...I apologize for... frightening you. I must have gotten carried...

Maple, silent through it all, gave Truffle a small glance, the same glance that Truffle recalled from Ionys the night before. Perhaps their spirits were tied in more ways than one. "...It was none of your faults," Truffle replied. "I was... merely fighting at my best, was I not? And I had more...

"I certainly wouldn't think so," Truffle replied to Luz with a small chuckle, placing the book down with one of his feathers as a mark for where he'd left off. The moment he did, Leg hopped onto a nearby beg and then onto his; Zinc was about to protest, but Truffle subtly moved a wing, allowing...

After taking some emergency treatments in the Colosseum recovery wing--where Leg and the others hadn't been allowed--they were informed that Truffle had stabilized and had been taken to Poppin' Arms to continue his recovery. They remarked to Brisa and Icetales that Truffle's performance at the...

Mewtwo took the rock and tilted his head. It did look like him a little. Maybe he would keep it somewhere. Rocks were nice. Toast growled again. Zinc sighed. "I'm so glad you're able to get along with people," she said, smiling at Mewtwo. "And thank you for visiting, Nate, Rocky."

That was confusing. Mewtwo preferred it when he could just kill people. But if he was going to do things on his own, maybe killing people wouldn't work in the long term. Maybe he had to be more like that tiny Salamence. Mewtwo eyed Rocky, raising a hand. "No, no no, let's not do any killing...

Mewtwo tilted his head, pondering this. So, it was bad to do things that were permanent to others, if they didn't want it. And people usually didn't want to die. Was it okay if he only killed them temporarily? He wasn't sure if that was possible, but he could figure out a way to do that, if he...

Mewtwo thought about that. That was true. It was because that's what Zinc said. And others who visited. It was also something the red-hat Charizard said. Mewtwo gazed at Nate again. Was Nate afraid of him? Mewtwo probably could try to kill Nate. But Nate was better if he was alive. He wanted...

Mewtwo considered this, tilting his head down in thought. Toast made growling noises again. Mewtwo looked at Nate, then Rocky. Mewtwo wondered, does killing things make him happy? Does being powerful make him happy? His old master thought that taking things away would make him happier. Was that...

Mewtwo wasn't sure. But something Nate said echoed. Decide for himself... He didn't know how to do that, or what that meant. How did people come to decisions on their own? Where did their decisions come from? Nothing? How did that happen? Mewtwo stared at Nate and there was a flash of curiosity...

Mewtwo placed it back and the star-shaped brand on his chest closed. He took the Pecha next and bit into it. Once again, his expression didn't change, but he seemed to appreciate it. Toast growled and made what might have been a whine. Mewtwo looked down and tore a piece of the Pecha, dropping...

Mewtwo blinked for what might have been the first time, then brought his hand toward his chest, at the center of that five-sided star. He reached inside and Zinc winced as it made an unsettling, deep sound. Then, he pulled something out that dripped with thick, dark fluid and pulsed...