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An actual mundane reason for something to be going on for once? It was almost suspicious. "Ah, yeah, it's kind of a fucked-up situation. But from what Rocky says, Flesh is a pretty friendly guy. Don't think he'd mind you hanging around." And it was true, Nate couldn't see any way that Soda...

"Yeah." Preparation time. A bunch of people were apparently all eager to head off to nightmare hell again, for whatever fucking reason. At least Nate didn't have to worry about getting ready for that. Now that he was thinking of it, though, he did have one thing he needed to get to before they...

Sharing shitty feelings, but not happy ones? It made sense, but Jesus. It was like at every turn, some reminder of how much Diyem's life sucked. Great. Thanks, Diyem. "And, uh, thanks, Owen." For... sharing your trauma with like twenty other people? Just another day of Cibus bullshit, Nate...

Jesus Christ, Owen was huge. Nate instinctively pressed himself back against the table, then realized what he was doing and shook the effect off with a scowl. He tried to focus on what the charizard had said instead. So Owen's suggestions were the guy who was super depressed right now, and the...

Oh, fuck's sake. Why'd the guy go and pick a name that was so close to the name of the guy he fucking murdered? Nate grunted and tugged at one of his gills. "Yeah, I could see you wanting to go either place. Might not be best for you to head to the tree this time around. But probably we should...

"So it's only a feeling that tells you where they are, huh?" That fucking sucked. "I guess there's somebody like Breaker, or maybe one of the xatu. But. Ain't a lot of time for that, I guess. Were you thinking you'd head to the tree next fight, then? Look for Xernatus while you're in there?"

"Well, yeah," Nate said uneasily. "So you're thinking... it's you who'd have to find these things? I get it if you're the only one who can. But if there's some way for other people to recognize that kind of thing, you know. You don't gotta take that on by yourself."

"A... seal," Nate said. "Like the same thing that was in your head? You think there's one of those around the Tree somewhere?" He scowled and reached for his beer again, but of course it was fucking empty. "How the fuck would we even recognize something like that?"

"Well, who the fuck could read Soda?" Nate said. "Or expect to, honestly. With his like actual god-powered illusion. Wouldn't even have thought it strange that you couldn't get shit on him." Xernatus was... quite a fucking name, wasn't it? Nate wondered what the deer-god would think of that one...

"Yeah. Ain't like we got to bring nothing with us here." And in the end, Owen would end up with even more shit he couldn't remember from Cibus. More people he'd left behind. It was pretty fucked, honestly. "And then there's the whole supervision thing you gotta deal with, too. I know you were...

"Well, it's good you got them back, but yeah, that must be strange. And I dunno... I'm guessing some of those memories might've been all hazy for a reason." Oh, shit. This was going heavy places, wasn't it? Nate wasn't sure he was ready for a repeat of the conversation with Diyem. Better to keep...

"True. No reason to think why the energy nullification wouldn't be happening, unless the mewtwo hadn't gotten into the eterna yet. Which, since it sounds like he was probably around Eien and whatever eternatus Maple swallowed. Maybe that would be enough." But nothing more they could do than...

"You think it's got to do with corruption, huh?" Nate asked. "Shadow corruption specifically? It ain't a bad theory. But then how was the guy able to kill somebody like S'more, get his hooks into the guildmaster? Far as I can tell he was never corrupted, just showed up at the meteor crash site...

"Exactly. And apparently some of the locals kicked his ass once, and he got destroyed by Red, too. But if he's growing along with us, I don't get how he was able to mindfuck Soda way back in the day, like before we even showed up. Or do whatever the fuck he did to Sword. Nothing about him makes...

"Yeah? That's a damn shame." Nate had been hoping that, with all his meditation shit and, let's be honest familiarity with mental bullshit, Owen might have had some ideas for how to keep somebody out of your head. Nate set aside his beer and steepled his fingers in front of himself, scowling at...

"I wondered whether it was something like that. Or something to do with him 'channeling his energy through us'"--Nate made air quotes with his free hand--"that was taking a while to build up or whatever the fuck, and that's why everybody showed up as babies at first. Anyhow." He leaned back...

"Yeah. Ain't a good feeling." Nate's grip tightened on his beer, and he took a swig to give himself a moment to think. "Me and Astrid got pretty close to that mewtwo guy, you know." Of course he knew. Everybody fucking knew. "What I kinda don't get is why... Why he didn't put us under the way he...

"What, like that curry place people hit up now and again, with the infinite bowls or whatever? It ain't sandwiches, but it sure sounded like it was too much for most people." Nate stretched out his legs, almost unconsciously, in response to Owen's question. Unlike the charizard, he still had to...

Nate raised an eyebrow. He needed as much food as flesh now? Yeah, he was big, but Flesh was, like, just one gigantic fucking mouth. "Well, it ain't too hard to find a place that can feed a marshtomp around here. I guess if you were looking for a lot of food..." He waved a hand towards a...

Another night, another visit to Pasta Plaza to find some grub. For some reason Nate was always fucking hungry, lately. It had to be the evolution, but that was fucking stupid--like the most anticlimactic evolution ever. At least marshtomp had fucking hands. What was worse, the evolution hadn't...