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Of course. I am sure the others will be happy to see you in bodily form again, rather than as a statue. But before Icetales could question just what Diyem meant, a bolt of black lightning struck him where he stood, followed by a brief outpouring of light. And then, he was gone. <><><>

"Right here with you," Owen assured, and then looked to Wishkeeper, who gave a noncommittal shrug. That was the most they'd ever gotten out of him. "Let's get back to meditating." <><><>

Owen was by Vix's side, making sure that she could keep it together. "It's alright. Take breaks if you need, but it sounds like you found something that you're looking for. Keep it together; we're here for you, alright?" The Charizard nodded, then said to Cynthian, "Right now, Vix is meditating...

"I don't usually have someone laughing at me for it," Owen admitted, frowning. "But usually I sort of freak out on my own and then, you know, look over... what I'm supposed to be feeling. Meditate, think it through... It's in the past. I can choose what to do with it. That, uh, that empowering...

Owen tilted his head. "Well, in one, you have Ace. You're always talking about Ace, but... friends, so, plural. Are you forgetting someone else?" He moved his tail, pondering over what Vix was talking about. "...What about this beach?" Owen asked, sensing an odd reaction from the Shadow when Vix...

Owen nodded and stepped toward the building, settling in. He started by trying to convert some posture changes he knew of for himself into something for Vix. Then, when enough equivalents were made, he went over some calming exercises, praying Vix had some form of breathing, and then started...

"Well..." Owen rubbed Vix on the... somewhere. Probably the arm. "How about we explore it together? I'll talk about some of the memories I'm revisiting, and you can talk about yours. At least then we'll have something to share, right?" He glanced at a nearby building. "Maybe just a little. And...

"I was scared, too," Owen said, smiling even as his own flame dimmed. "Because I caught glimpses of what I used to know, and I wondered what more awful things I'd done was there. But, you know... I think that's up to you. If you forgot for a reason, maybe it's..." He sighed slowly. He couldn't...

Owen laughed at that, too. "One day at a time," he said. "Even though I might have a lot of... me to think about, day to day, second by second, I'm still making one decision for myself, and that's how I try to take things down. One step and a time. The rest comes naturally, y'know?" "And at...

"Well, uh." Owen cleared his throat. "A handful of centuries rushed past me back when I first got here. That's what that whole screaming episode was about, back with Cabot... I, uh, I wouldn't recommend it. You know what you should do? Maybe meditate... That helped me ease into my memories a...

Owen actually laughed at that, like he thought Vix was joking, before realizing that they hadn't really talked much. He quickly settled down and cleared his throat. Wishkeeper rolled his ember eyes and wandered off to scout the perimeter. "Very good," Owen said. "I used to do it all the time...

"What?" Owen asked, looking at his scales. No, he was still orange, and Wishkeeper was still tall, dark, and hazy. "I'm feeling fine. I just had, uh, just had an episode after what happened earlier. I'm feeling better now." He tried to smile, though it came off a little tired. "...I just need a...

Owen entered Null Village with dampened, but still bright, spirits. Yes, he'd had a bit of an episode, but that didn't mean he had to stay in one, let alone that it had to define his stay in the Voidlands. Home sweet home, after all... He hoped Brisa and Dave were doing alright. Glancing at...

After thanking Cabot for the introduction, Garro gave a little nod and listened to their exchange with his usual grin. "Well, hey. Pleasure to meet you, and all that. We're kind of allergic to pleasure, but that's part of the therapy, I guess." "And hey, short, dark and handsome, Diyem feels...

"Well..." Garro's grin became a little wider. "There's always a little truth or dare." <><><>

"Yep. But I guess over time I lost myself, regained myself, and now I hang around to help other Void Shadows through the same thing. A lot of them are this way because they don't want to be who they used to be... which is kind of complicated."

"Well, some are sort of extensions of his being, sure, but Diyem also kind of... took on a bunch of lost souls, too." Garro's eternal grin widened, and he turned his gaze down the road where a few shapeless blobs moved across the streets. "It's kind of a long story, but you could say that a lot...

Garro looked around. "No idea," he said. "Been this way since before I came here. Abandoned, I mean. Chances are this place used to be a settlement for people who had been taken into the Voidlands during whatever Dark Matter crisis he started. There were a lot of them. Whatever happened to the...

"...No. I am not available. Deal with your Shadows on your own."

"Hmph. You're the one who 'fell for it.'"