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"Good luck," Diyem muttered, turning around. "He's the Zygarde. He is difficult to miss if you walk around town. I'm not in the mood to speak with him. Your words should be enough to get an answer."

"I'm... not really an Overseer in the true sense, I'm only affiliated with them," Eien said gently, her huge body lowering to the ground. "Still, Diyem, if the circumstances are extreme enough... It isn't as if they're totally rigid. Can't we try something?" "Mmmngh. We cannot, after what...

Diyem made a low growl, thoughtful, as he glanced at them. "I do understand," he growled. "I created distortion myself. I am a Dungeon maker. I am a Voice of Darkness. This is part of the process of such worlds. And I cannot interfere with such things." He unfurled one wing, revealing a curtain...

"Hmph. Never." Diyem shook his head. "The Overseers would have a field day with such realities. You'll be freed. That's their specialty. I, personally, would know." He turned around, about to march away, before he bumped into Eien's carapace. "What's the problem, dear?" Eien asked. Diyem...

"And?" Diyem said, frowning. "People die. That's how life works." He crossed his arms, thoughtful. "I'm pretty sure I only acquired living spirits. What is this distortion? Dungeon capture? I've heard of worlds that do that. They all get freed eventually. That's how such worlds operate." He...

Diyem's home loomed in front of them like usual, its typical shadowy aura seeping through the cracks. By now, though, it had been a routine to meet up with their technically evil overlord. There was a growl from within and the door opened, the shadow Charizard staring them down. "What do you want."

Diyem sighed. "I'll fix it later..." <><><>

"...Wish I could fall asleep that easily..." Owen crossed his arms. "...Just... move him near the garden," Diyem muttered, gesturing toward the left. "Where's his Ultra Shade, anyway? Perhaps that one should tend to him."

"Possibly..." Owen hummed. "Then again, this is all probably being translated. Maybe that's something from Diyem's world that we just hear about universally..." Diyem waved them off. "If you're done checking on me, and you're satisfied, I was in the middle of an afternoon nap."

"I didn't get it for a while, either," Owen said. "But it's a term that equates your 'heart' with your emotions and feelings. So, sharing your feelings with one another." Owen rubbed his chin, thoughtful. "I think it came from an old, old belief that the mind was actually in your heart. Which...

Owen sighed, shaking his head. "Well, at least you're kind of looking at the bright side of things," he said. "And how have you been doing, Owen?" Eien asked. "You and Cal." "Been holding up fine," Owen said, nodding. "Cal and I had a heart to heart, uh, in our storm place. It worked out...

"I meant 'right now' as in, you know... at the time you came here," Owen said. Diyem nodded. "Due to the way I took you from your worlds, time has not progressed where you came from." "How chilling to think there is someone by my species name capable of something like that," Eien said. "Or...

Eien studied Bahamut, nodding. "...There is still, in a small way, something selfless about how you saw your situation." "Maybe there's someone in your world trying to fix it right now," Owen said. "Who knows, right?" "There is little point in speculating," Diyem said dismissively. "...But it...

Eien nodded. "Every world is different. Some do not accept help. Others, you sometimes need to identify the problem... take it out, and leave. In fact, a world like Cibus is quite rare. I nearly destroyed their whole world--and decimated a whole archipelago--and yet, here I am, accepted with...

Eien nodded. "It's a sad fate no matter how you look at it," she said. "But... Bahamut, I do not think you understand. When I gave you the very power that could be used to kill me, it... it gave me peace of mind." Owen seemed briefly shocked, but he hid it. He nodded along; the realization...

"I guess so," Owen said, frowning. "Oh... and Bahamut," Eien said, her pupils dimming. "I want to thank you. Really. For all that you did to help me, I... owe you a great deal, don't I? Without your help, I do not think my rescue--and in general, all of this--could have gone nearly as well as...

Owen was quiet. "I'm just fine, thank you," Diyem muttered. "Eien has a special technique that can nullify energies and manipulate spirits, weakly. I cannot do such things to myself... but Eien can to me. She can suppress the reaction I get to positive emotions. My spirit has a tendency to slip...

"I am perfectly fine, thank you," Diyem said. "Are you sure?" Owen asked. "What? Why?" "Well..." Owen glanced uncertainly at Cal, then at Bahamut. "You're doing that thing you aren't supposed to do," Cal said, pointing at her own face. "And that is..." "You're smiling, and, like, there's...

"Oh, Diyem tried cooking a few weeks ago," Eien explained.

"Hey! I'm not some tiny kid anymore, you know!" Cal protested, slithering into the window. "Tiny to us," Owen hummed, deciding instead to take the door. He could already tell what was inside, though, and that the door was unlocked, so he pushed it open and stepped through. Diyem was lounging...