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"Speaking of fun..." Owen trailed off, but then looked left, then right. "I know something we can do that might be fun. It's sort of an idea that I've had but never really... Anyway, d'you want to hear it?" He didn't wait. "Cal's still my opponent. You used to be a human trainer, right? So, what...

"Yeah, maybe," Owen said, either not noticing the feign or choosing not to acknowledge it. "It's definitely going to be a mixed bag. On one hand, I'll get to see all of you again. On the other... it probably means a world needs saving again!" He sighed, rubbing his temples. "...But there are...

"Yeah. Here's to not taking anything unless I want it." He raised a hand, and just then, the ground in front of Owen heaved. A shapeless monster rose from the ground and threatened the skewer Owen right then, only to smash and crumple, accordion-style, against a golden barrier that Owen had...

"Too bad we'll both forget," Owen replied, chuckling a little. "Ahh, I mean, hey. Maybe echoes of it will influence us, you know? That's what I'm hoping for, at least. Back home, even when I lost my surface memories, my feelings about things still remained. I think... that's going to happen...

"Everyone can do things wrong," Owen said, "but turning things around and finding a way to do the right thing afterward is what matters. Because once you start that, you... know what it's like. On both sides. And then you can make better choices, as long as you learn from it." He sighed, looking...

"Thanks," Owen said, grinning. "And, er, yeah. Planning is sort of something I've gotten good at over time. Y'know, back when I actually did their homework. Kinda. More like tutoring." He laughed a little sharply at that. "I guess those were the beginnings of it all, now that I think about it...

"Hmmhh..." He wondered that one. "...Well..." He tilted his head left and right, thinking. "A lot of things about the world are already falling apart, and stuff. " Owen sighed. "It's a tall order to fix. But... I... When I came here, I was in the middle of setting up a plan. If it works... If...

"You are," Owen said, nodding. He didn't know the full context of what Starr had done, what she was capable of in the past, but... "You definitely are. I feel..." He tapped his horns. "Something deeper in you. The remorse of someone who's killed. And someone who wants to avoid having to do that...

Owen had a dark look in his eyes as well, but he spoke respectfully. "Yeah. Like I said... some people wonder if it's better to forget. But... I'm, uh, I'm biased. By a lot. Memories are... they're too important to have sealed away. Even if it's a regret or a mistake or some other kind of pain...

"Well," Owen said with an amused smile, "the nice part about not seeing it coming is that you don't really realize it once it happens. So, in that way, it's not so bad. It's just when it all comes rushing back that... it hurts more than it probably should." He wondered if Starr had heard those...

Owen nodded sadly. "It's fine in the end," he said. "When, or if, or whatever, when I remember all of this again, it's at least going to be a set of memories that I won't regret... forgetting about, you know? That's rare for me. Being able to plan ahead for when I'd forget one of my lives."

"I don't want to bother them with stuff like that," Owen admitted. "And hey, maybe once in a while I work up the courage to fight in there. I had that battle with Pine and stuff, for one, remember? That was pretty cool." He walked between two trees with some difficulty, though it would be...

Owen pointed at the hotdog wrapper and a golden light appeared around it. He pulled with a flick of his claw, and then pulled the Protected wrapper with a flick of his claw. Then, like a magic trick, he grasped the Protect orb, and when he opened his palm again, it was gone. "You guys...

"Usually," Owen said, sighing. "I guess she just really wants to get the upper hand against me before I have to go. Then she'll only be able to wonder if she can beat me one day..." He chuckled. "But it wouldn't be right if I threw the fight to her. ...Then again, she'd probably know if I did...

And then a massive Flamethrower blew past Starr, giving her hotdog a slight reheating, as Cal went flying past her in a crumpled, gooey heap in an empty bench. "Fucking cheap shot!" Cal snarled, kicking what might have been her legs as she dislodged herself from the crevices of the park bench...

Pansit nodded, and then went on with the rest of the interview without much incident. She seemed to be most interested in Koa's relationship with his Pokemon back home, and how that translated to Echo. Koa's interview went to the tabloids, of course, but it was perhaps one of the few tabloids in...

"There are different ways to be a hero," Pansit agreed, nodding. Her antennae twitched as she wrote, and then she said, "You know, I do think that in some small way, everyone can be a hero, even if it's not the kind that you'd see in the headlines of papers. I think it's important to highlight...

Pansit smiled at that, jotting it down. "It really sounds like you have high sights for yourself in your world," she remarked. "Not to be perfect, but striving toward it... Befriending a Legend... It sounds to me like you want to be a hero in your world, too!" She laughed a little, nodding...

"Capturing Legendary Pokemon to befriend them? We've heard about things like capturing Pokemon, such an odd term to us here. But in a way, that's not too different from recruiting team members on expeditions and rescue operations for Guilds, isn't it?" Pansit tilted her head. "Yes, there were a...

"Well, at this point we know a whole lot about you from other interviews and talks from your team, but! We never got to ask you directly about things, have we? For example, things that you truly strive for, here and in your home! You're someone who used to be human, right? What do you value the...