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"Huh?" It took Nate a second to realize anyone had spoken up. "Yeah, sure, I mean, the more the merrier and all. It took like four people to deal with the thing that got Owen, and if anything the mewtwo's problem is worse."

Nate scowled, not feeling tired in the slightest. For whatever reason the vision of a red storm devouring the planet wasn't putting him in a sleepy mood. "Three weeks is a while, yeah," he said. "I at least want to see what we can do about that mewtwo before we head back, though. Don't want...

Shit. It wasn't real comfortable to think of a whole region of the planet just being "a loss." Three weeks was a lot longer than Nate had expected them to have, though. Maybe they would have time to get some work done on the Soda problem--if they didn't have to spend all of it scrambling to find...

"Oh, fuck no," Nate said, crossing his arms. "Like I said, Flesh would have to be okay with it. And the substitute who's in the cells right now. And you, obviously. It won't work without the three of you." But what the mightyena had said... fuck. "I guess if Flesh tries getting in touch with...

Nate winced. He couldn't deny that he'd been thinking along the same sort of lines as Cal, but Jesus, no need to put it like that. "I mean, if he's paying any attention, there's no way he ain't heard what's up with that shithead on the moon, but does that mean he believes it? And if he ain't...

For a second Nate stared, confused, at the bottle of beer Owen had pulled out of thin air, and then, oh. Right. Of course he fucking would be here, wouldn't he? Just like last time. Nate supposed he should be grateful. This was the one from the Tree of Life? Yeah, he actually probably should be...

Nate listened to Diyem's explanations, rapt. Jesus. Imagine having a whole fucking world inside you, all full of goddamned depressed dead people. Imagine you were the one who'd killed all of them. It was hard to even wrap his head around. Hard to feel like it was real, like that was something...

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Nate said, looking between Diyem and Maple. "You, too?" Was there anyone around here who wasn't like five different things? He made a frustrated gesture at Maple. "And you didn't realize something was up when she turned out to look like your special ultimate form or...

"Uh, yeah, I was kinda wondering about that," Nate said, glancing at the fruit-thing over his shoulder. "I mean, it popped out after I broke one of those eternatus seals in the tree, like there was this little bush that grew or something, so I figure it has to be something to do with Xerneas. Is...

The mewtwo was in Diyem's Voidlands now? Just what the fuck had Nate missed in the like ten minutes where he was dealing with the seal? "That's good," he said after a moment. "Maybe we'll be able to break the seal on him, too. Is there, uh, any way he can hurt you from in there, though? Like...

Well, if that wasn't vague as hell. Eternatus, Voice of Life, Dark Matter, and somehow Telum got all crunched up inside her. Sure. Whatever. "So you've got an eternatus in your Voidlands," Nate said. "Can you be sure that it's in there right now? What about the Dark Matter? In there somewhere...

Nate wondered where Bahamut had fucked off to, after all that. Really going to go off and meditate in the forest or whatever the fuck without hearing what the hell had gone on on the Maple side of things? "Ain't your fault," he said, considering Maple with arms crossed. "I mean, we even checked...

Well, at least the ghost didn't have any kind of nightmare horror in him, too. There had to be something up, if his soul was like fucking excommunicated or whatever, but at least he didn't have some kind of parasite wearing his corpse like a fucking suit. It didn't feel like there was a ton...

Not clear, then. What else could it be, though? If not Eien herself, then an extra-large egg, for some reason? In which case one of Diyem's kids was probably out there getting used as a battery or some shit. Probably on the moon. Or, well, perhaps it had been something Eien had been fighting...

That was less detail than Nate had been hoping for, but honestly more than he could have expected, given Soda's condition. He could feel Rocky still fucking grinning at him, and e closed his eyes for a second before continuing. "Thanks," he said. "The big meteor... is there any chance that was...

"Ooooh," Rocky said, returning his core to its usual place with a soft squelch. "Diyem's my dad? And also Joule? And...?" He turned to Nate with an immense grin on his face. "No," Rocky said flatly. "No, nooooo, it's true, you heard what Xerneas just--" "No," Nate said, and there was an edge...

"So it's been at least that long, then," Nate said when Owen explained. Good to know. An egg, though. That... maybe made some kind of twisted sense. "There were a whole bunch of them lying on the ground near where a big meteor fell. We didn't know what they were, but we thought we might be...

Well, that was fine. It wasn't like Nate was was ever gonna need to eat again or nothing. He closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed hard. "Right," he said after a few seconds. "I guess you're pretty... comfy... in there?" It certainly looked like some kind of Eien thing. The other shades...

Why was everything about that guy so fucking freaky? Honest to fucking god. "Yeah," Nate said. "That was the other thing. Soda said the xerneas we knew was something like a shade, almost. I wonder, if it looks empty in there, maybe there's some kind of shadowy goo stuff? Kind of like the shades...

Nate sighed. "I'll take that as a 'no' on any sort of message, then." Didn't look like Silver was taking the bait, neither. Maybe Nate could try talking with Chip about the design of those machines of his. It was getting late; people were filtering off, to sleep or to pursue whatever else it...