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"Hmm." Owen nodded, weighing his options. "I could go for something like that. Want to go and set something up before it's time to head home?"

Owen puffed a small plume of smoke. "I guess I just do that out of habit, being a Heart 'n all." But he still smiled and stretched. "Hey, did you find any good places to eat? I tried finding an old restaurant but it's not the same here." He walked leisurely by Mergo's side, lost in thought...

Owen looked genuinely confused at that. "I didn't really think it was a grudge," he admitted. "I thought you just wanted a rematch. You know, competitive. I can get a little competitive..." Owen rubbed his claws together, thinking. "And since my whole deal is Perceive, I feel like it'd be trying...

There was a flash of genuine surprise on Owen's face that was expressed more thoroughly in the spark of his tail. He looked at the olive branch, then at Mergo again, sighing. "Well, I mean, that's one way to end a friendship, if that's what you mean," he remarked. "...Politics is weird, Mergo...

Owen sighed, deciding to humor it. "All right," he said. "I guess you do hit." And while there was an air of caution about it, Owen did reach out to grab it. At the same time, though, a thin barrier of gold went just beneath his scales, like ethereal, invisible armor. He wouldn't put a harmful...

Owen remained stationary, but Mergo's trained eyes would easily see that he was tensed and watching. That battleheart was indeed still there. But when he saw the full form of that strange blossoming branch, there was a smile, like he caught the meaning. "What does it do?" he asked, curiously...

Owen nodded. "I already know that if I fought you, right now, I'd lose," he said, "and... I don't like fighting my friends unless I'm at my best. By the rules of dueling, that means you won, isn't it?" He tilted his head. "Dueling is a serious affair, right? You can't really choose when to duel...

Owen looked at the blade, then at Mergo himself, frowning a little. "Catching me at the end of my training, when I'm not even expecting a proper fight, huh?" he asked, smiling. "That's smart, too, isn't it? ...Well, sorry, Mergo, but... I think I'll surrender this duel right at the start." He...

And to this, Owen paused, blinking. "It..." He stumbled over his words again, and then stared at Mergo in disbelief. "Y... your hero's aura faded, and that much time passed for you? Five whole... summers, so that's like cycles, or years..." Owen brought his wings down and squeezed his toes...

Owen blinked, tilting his head in the way that was always so easy to read. Maybe it was out of courtesy, because he could so easily read others. Or maybe it was because this Owen--compared to the one Team Spectrum spoke of--was still soft and bright and ignorant of whatever hell was around his...

"Perfect." Owen hopped back and and held a single hand forward with a devilish smile. He snapped them, and the doll in front of him abruptly exploded from its core, sending bits and pieces flying everywhere. But the arm of this doll smacked into the doll to the back on the nose, where the second...

"It's more fun with lots of toys," Owen said, flicking his tail to the left. "I like putting them in really specific poses. Over each other, facing each other, maybe sometimes on their back..." He flicked his tail to the right. "And then I make their heads explode! Wanna see?"

"Hey, Mergo!" Owen called, wiggling his rear at Mergo as his tail flopped like a casual wave. His eyes darted around the dolls again, checking each one for the final time. "Like what you see?" Owen added, finally glancing back.

Ten Substitutes lined themselves up in strange ways around one of the training rooms, each one with a head that glowed oddly. That wasn't natural. Crawling around on the ground, tail up, eyes focused, was a Charizard. His wings were folded back and his orange scales were covered in a thin layer...

"Maybe!" Owen giggled at that, tail crackling at the prospect. If Mia hatched into something powerful, that would be a good sparring match indeed. ...And probably some worrying implications, but they'd tackle that when they got there. "Let's get some more training in," Owen said. They still...

Yeah, but she's dead, Owen thought to himself. "Right... And even if you don't have Eien, or even Diyem, you guys will have each other. I think it'll work out." He grinned. "It was good talking to you, actually, Mia. It's kind of nice to meet someone else who can see battle in, you know, the way...

"I guess. But maybe if they pool their knowledge they'd know more." Owen nodded, then sighed. "But... You know, I think it'll work out for you. As long as we can save Eien and stuff, but... I don't really see Diyem not being able to do that." Owen paused, then looked at Mia. "Do you worry? Or is...

"That's true... But she might still have insight. You're at least part Eternatus, right? Maybe you're both Eternatus and Darkness... Y'know? A new species, kind of."

"Hmm... I don't know," Owen said. "Maybe, but I don't think Eternatus start off the way you do normally. Otherwise, I think Diyem would have recognized it right off, y'know?"

"That's true," Owen remarked, nodding. "I hope we can free Eien from whatever's got her. Maybe if we do that, she can help you guys get stronger or, you know, learn about yourselves more..."