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And to that, Wishkeeper ran a hand along his forehead in thought. "I suppose I should talk to Owen about that," he said. "He means well. But some things he cannot help. But I suspect such things will only dredge up old memories for Brisa, won't it? What Psychic does not reflexively glean the...

"Of course," said Wishkeeper, nodding. "Mm... so you're aware. Brisa doesn't seem to be. Owen has been unsure about asking Brisa about it. But it's plainly obvious." He hummed, thoughtful. "Owen plays innocent because he used to truly be that way. In some ways he is grasping onto that innocence...

"Hmmm..." Wishkeeper genuinely considered this. "Part of my old profession was knowing a great deal about those I spoke with. I suppose I can dip into that old habit... Not that Perceive keeps me bound to it regardless." He nodded to himself, though he looked like he was preparing to return to...

"That would be wise," Wishkeeper said. "She may have a distaste for therapists since they're mostly psychic, but there's no harm in airing the idea to her. Owen goes to one, after all, even here. I think it helps keep his feelings in check. Particularly the Blacklight ones." Wishkeeper...

"I see." Wishkeeper nodded. "I have no such manifestations. I am just large. Looming, imposing, intimidating. To keep others from bringing harm. Perhaps in a way I am what you wished to be, even though Owen in reality wants these wings to be to hold as many against his chest as possible." To...

Wishkeeper glanced down, gesturing to her chest wordlessly. He tilted his head.

"Hmph. Then perhaps we have that in common." Wishkeeper crossed his arms, then his wings over those. "For a time, I was afraid Owen would lock me away. Only he can hear me, after all. I would be ineffective without him allowing me with his good graces. To push against the ideals he'd propped up...

Wishkeeper smiled a wry smile. "No bond cannot be broken," he said. "Not unless you share the same soul. It is natural to come together and drift apart. That is no reason to fear it. I represent, chronologically, the majority of Owen's existence. I know what it means to love, to lose, and to...

"Of course," Wishkeeper said with a relenting shrug. "There are many creeds and philosophies that value the lack of suffering by virtue of a lack of bonds. And to some, it is a peaceful life, one with few disturbances. But Bahamut is acting in that way because of past traumas. He has become...

Wishkeeper's eyes dimmed further, now in deep contemplation. "To stop caring, to harden ourselves to the point where we no longer seek affection, no longer need it. To cast such feelings aside..." Wishkeeper hummed again, perhaps thinking about something only slightly related. "Yes, it is...

Wishkeeper looked Sombra over, letting out a small "Hm" of contemplation now and then. "What do you mean by that? To not want what you want? Is this the same as the trick of the body, where you are hungry and hungry yet what it really wants is water?"

"Adoration is not an easy thing to control. I do not think we have ever sought it out. In fact, in my time as Wishkeeper, I much preferred not being noticed. Too many people asking for favors that are for selfish reasons." Wishkeeper snorted, wings folded down. "Seeking fame and seeking...

Wishkeeper's smile was probably easier for a fellow Shadow to make out. "You could say that I am used to being something only part of a whole," he said. "While it isn't exact... you could say that Owen is a reincarnation of me. That is the simplest way to explain it. So, I have already...

Like a ghostly wraith, Wishkeeper drifted about the dorm room. Owen did not stir, and in fact looked like he was very cozy in his slightly undersized bed. "Sombra," Wishkeeper greeted, his voice silent to all but those of his kind.

Owen tried to smile, but it was hard with how Dave was acting. Still, if Shadow was anything to go by... Maybe in some way, Dave could get some help if Owen helped Shadow. At least, that's what he told himself. "Have a good rest, Dave. If you ever want to talk to me, I'm here to listen." And...

Owen sighed, still rubbing Shadow's back. "Sometimes people don't like being told something bluntly like that," he explained to Mia. "Well, a lot of people. It's something about how a lot of people think. It's kind of like if someone told you that because you behaved differently, then your brain...

Owen returned the hug completely, and let Shadow stay for as long as he liked. Owen's body was warm like a soft, scaly, heated blanket. "Right, that's true. My kind are kind of easy to read, so I guess I'm more used to being open. I'm kinda jealous of how some people can hide their feelings from...

Owen could feel Dave's glare, mostly form his Perceive, and Wishkeeper glancing his way. He didn't really know why precisely, but he had his guesses. Talking so simply about a problem like this could be insulting to someone like Dave... but Shadow was a part of Dave that seemed to think more...

"Oh, Dave..." Owen got up from his chair and, despite what Dave may try to object to, he stepped to Shadow and sat down next to him. Owen didn't speak to Dave directly, but he did speak to Shadow. "It's... I think I know what you're talking about. It's not brain damage... but it's something that...

This wasn't really going anywhere with Dave around and not being receptive toward it, but he was hoping he could at least try to set an example here. "You can try to rest, Dave," he said, "but hearing out Shadow might help later. I don't think I know you as well as you do." Unless Dave was...