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Rocky beamed when Mewtwo took the stone. "I'm glad you like it," he said. "We should hang out sometime, after you get out of the infirmary. Maybe we could take Toast for a walk!" "Yeah. Anytime," Nate said. There wasn't much time left. But it was good to know that there would be people here for...

Nate couldn't tell whether Rocky was disappointed that Zinc stepped in to stop Mewtwo or relieved. He had to have figured out there was no way the guy knew how to actually revive people, hadn't he? The familiar folded his arms, tail flicking behind him. Well, whatever. At least it seemed like...

Nate listened to Mewtwo's conclusions in whatever strange not-voice he communicated with. Mostly it sounded like he was on the right track... If Nate could even trust himself to know what the right track was, anyway. "More or less, yeah. Sometimes you gotta do something you want even if other...

"What, Red and them said something that made you think people were gonna dislike you because of what happened with the parasite and all?" Nate said. "Fuck that. I mean, maybe some assholes... Well, they're just assholes. Won't matter to nobody who matters, trust me." He sighed, and a little of...

Nate's chest constricted painfully. It didn't help that he could swear he could hear some weird noise coming from Rocky's vicinity. Stupid. He forced himself to calm down, if only a little bit. It was going to be fine. He couldn't even fucking die here, Christ. "I dunno," he said after a...

Ah, hell. Going right for the big questions, was he? Nate dragged unhappily on his gills again. No pressure, just didn't want to give the guy the wrong ideas and maybe fuck him up for life or nothing. "Well, usually you make decisions based on what you know you like. What makes you happy...

Evidently the mewtwo could eat, and seemed to enjoy it, too. That was good. After the whole thing in the Voidlands Nate had been worried that the mewtwo, like, wouldn't be able to feel happiness, or maybe emotions at all. It really did seem like things had worked out the best possible way with...

Nate flinched when the mewtwo ripped something that looked way more like an internal organ than a rock out of his chest. Jesus. At least that probably meant he didn't feel pain the way the familiars hadn't. Rocky merely inspected the pulsing "core" with interest. "Hmm. Well, it doesn't look...

Ah. Yeah. There it was. Nate smirked at Toast. "Oh, yeah. You're super fucking scary. Just like your dad or whatever the fuck he counts as." Rocky was still much more interested in Mewtwo than in Zinc. "Are you basically an ultra shade like me, then?" he asked. "I mean, you must have a core...

"Oh, yeah?" Nate said. He eyed Diyem's evil bread contemplatively. Two options came to mind immediately. There was Karat, whose entire attitude towards the world right now appeared to be Don't Touch Me, or Diyem, probably worried about Dark Matter prejudice and people expecting he was getting up...

Only one more day, huh? That didn't sound so bad. "Give good influences," though... that seemed familiar. "Oh, like for Cola!" Rocky said cheerfully. He grinned at the mewtwo. "Maybe you could hang out with him. He's learning a lot of new things, too. And he's got a lot of great books from...

(( when u find a lv 10 salamence from SOS encounters )) "Oh?" Rocky leaned closer so he could see the pictures. "I don't know that one! I only really know stories from Marshtomp's world. Like the one about giving a rattata a cookie. Or about Latios and the Mirage Kingdom! I like that one."...

"Oh? Well, that's good, then," Nate said. How was the guy doing that? At least he didn't seem literally emotionless, even if he looked it. And he'd even found a friend, abomination or not. "I don't suppose you been outside at all? Seen a bit of Destiny Village?" "What are you reading about?"...

Nate only laughed when Diyem's bread snapped at him. "Ah, come on," he said. "You don't gotta worry about me." The mewtwo, on the other hand, was more... strange. At first Nate thought he wasn't going to get an answer, but it felt like he was getting an answer. Even though it didn't look like...

Zinc's comment that the mewtwo was healthy was reassuring, at least, but when they actually got to his room, Nate could definitely see what she meant about a little strange. He was certainly a lot hazier now than when Nate had last seen him. Like Sword, he supposed; that more or less made sense...

It felt like ages since they'd pulled Giovanni's mewtwo out of the Voidlands. What all had happened since then, anyhow? Basically all the shit with the moon... Fuck, had it really been since before the Eien fight, too? And all this time Diyem had been deflecting, going on about how the mewtwo...

Nate laughed. "Sure, insight. Right." He looked back up at Red for a minute, considering. But there really wasn't much they could do right now with the guy passed out in any case. Everybody was bound to be tired out after that fight, though at least it didn't look like anybody'd gotten fucked up...

"Oh. Yeah. Someone like Owen might be able to do it. I'd just be worried about the guy being able to bamboozle them, too. Fuck with their head, you know, pretty literally. Like Giovanni ain't got his disruption shit no more, but he's stronger than Karat, I think, and Karat didn't have a problem...

"Well, personally, I wouldn't trust shit that this guy says, so interrogation don't mean much to me," Nate said. "Like, sure, maybe you've got a psychic who's good at detecting lies, but Giovanni's probably an even more powerful psychic, so he'd be able to trick them, right?" Nate glanced at...

"Depends what you mean, I guess. Red's the one who brought Giovanni down in my world, and if that sort of shit is pretty much the same wherever you go, then he oughta be the one who's wrecked Giovanni's shit over and over again in all kinds of universes. That's why it's weird they were working...