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That made Owen's flame burn bright, and he quickly looked away for modesty. "Y-yeah. Thanks," he said. On the surface it seemed like he was almost dismissing it, but Brisa knew him well enough to tell that it had really affected him. "I hope he gets that kind of support back home," he said. "I...

"Yeah..." Owen sighed. "I hope the me here went, at least. It seems like he really needed it. Back in my world, Wheat was really nice, and I think he's the same here, too." He finished the second burger, contemplative. "Glad that he could find you, too. You seem really nice. You were there...

Owen nodded. "This whole thing was probably a big unexpected setback for him, or something. But at least he worked it in stride..." He trailed off, thoughtful. "I'm a bit of a planner myself, though. Just, you know, more for preparation and equipment, not... whatever social stuff Mergo does."

Owen closed his eyes again, thoughtful. He'd been fishing around the furniture and finally found his horns, which he snapped and clicked back into place. Breathing a sigh of relief at his senses returning, he said, "Mergo is someone who prepares far in advance. When he was first summoned, he...

"I saw him, but I don't think I ever talked to him," Owen said. "Yeah, Mergo, he's..." Owen rubbed the back of his head. "For someone so close to Reshiram, it's kind of weird that he can't ever tell the whole truth about himself. Hope that doesn't come back to bite him one day, but, uh, he's...

"I do like optimism," Owen remarked, folding his wings over carefully. "But I guess it does drive some of my team a little crazy sometimes. Even now I'm not really sure what Mergo thinks about all of that, actually. I think he's just from a different kind of environment..."

"It's been great, actually," Owen said, less cheerful, but still happy, as he tended to go. Brisa knew her Owen well enough to tell that this was genuine. "Before I got here, I asked Diyem how Cal was doing. She's fine. I mean--my Cal, that is. I think the memories she came from were different...

"And I'm gonna be there to cheer you on! ...From here, I mean." He gave a sheepish smile, looking off. "...The Owen you know is probably gonna get caught by Aria pretty quickly. Not sure what she's gonna do to him."

But Owen's horns had been lost in the couch, and he didn't sense the subtleties. Instead, he frowned and said, "Hey, it's alright. You just went around and told me that we'll be strong, right? That if we could do the stuff we did, then it'll be the same back home. I bet you'll find something...

"The day'll come soon where I am ready..." Owen echoed this, weighing it in his mind, and then nodded. "Right. I guess that's true, huh? After all, he's still standing... Still ready to go back. He's not begging to go somewhere else, or anything like that. So that means there's still hope in...

Owen smiled a little nervously, nodding. "Yeah, uh... Y-yeah." He sighed. "Guess I'll always worry about what's coming, but if he can still keep a smile, it'll probably work out. I know he and I have the same memories, though. Even the stuff that was buried away. Just, you know. It's sort of a...

"But I was just talking naturally..." Owen slouched. "Maybe we're more different than I thought..." A bit of time passed, then Owen decided to take another burger for himself--he'd bought three and marveled to himself about his other self's appetite--and said, "I guess one thing I want to ask...

"Ng--" Owen slumped his head over. "...I guess I should have figured from who you're interested in," he said. "That was... Starr and Astrid, right? And I feel like you might have been interested in Aria, too, had, you know, things worked out. And they all have beans."

"W-w-waaiiiit, wait, hang on!" Owen said from the other side of the wall, legs kicking nothing while he tried to carefully pull himself back into the house. His horns got caught on something and they fell off on his way in, clattering somewhere on the couch, lost forever probably. "Y-you win! I...

Owen made a quick wave of his hand and the fire went out, like it was a thing he was always able to do. Maybe it was. His Fire manipulation was unparalleled at times. "...Wait!" Owen suddenly said, gasping, as he pointed ahead. "What's that?!" Owen bolted in the opposite direction, going for...

There was a look of panic in Owen's eyes as he tried to weigh his options and precisely what Brisa was implying. It was too unambiguous. "I... uh, memory problems, remember? And stuff." The ones that Owen had long since gone past. "...I mean. It's. Post-battle rushing. So my brain's a little...

The brain cells appeared to have ceased. And for a moment, the only sound was a stray tomato landing on Owen's chest. "I, uh--" He hastily picked it up and shoved it in his mouth. "Uhmm, I d-don't remember doing that before!" he said. "I, uh, I mean, I have, I mean, it's not like it's my, I...

Owen tilted his head again, pausing between bites. Owen had a lot of brain cells, but unfortunately only fifteen of them were dedicated to these kinds of encounters. "Maybe I am more excited than usual," he said, taking another bite. The burger was about three quarters gone, now. "I guess I...

"E-eh? Hiding? Please, you know I can't hide things." Owen waved dismissively with a free hand before taking another big bite. "Maybe I'm just excited, huh? The whole world is behind us this time, yeah?! I guess... I'm confident. Yeah! That's the way to phrase it. Confident!" He wasn't looking...

"Something peculiar?" Owen asked, tilting his head. "No, I, uh, I didn't eat anything! Except for this burger! Well, I didn't eat it yet, actually, but mmmmnnfffffmnfmnf. Smme?" He took a bite out of it mid-sentence and grinned at Brisa as if to prove himself. Swallowing, he added, "What, was I...