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"Yeah, we got other shit to do," Nate said with a sigh. He glanced at the parasite still struggling under containment. Was that where Telum's dark matter had ended up, or no? He was feeling like no. Which meant it was still floating around in Maple somewhere, or out there causing trouble...

Back in the real world. Nate took another deep breath. Yeah. The Voidlands really hadn't seemed all that bad, to be honest. Maybe the air here tasted kinda different, but it wasn't, like, super fucking oppressive out there or nothing. Nate supposed that if Diyem could create Veritas City, there...

Nate let out a huge, weary breath, and slumped forward, rubbing his face. "Good Christ," he groaned. Rocky turned back around and gave him a playful nudge, grinning. Nate shoved him away, but he was smiling. "All right. We good to get the fuck out of here, then?" he asked. "Ain't missing...

Nate nodded again. Thanks. Didn't sound like that would necessarily be a better solution than going straight to void shadow. Nate watched, face set and scowling, to see whether the ultra stone would fare any better than the pokéball.

Nate's grip tightened viciously around the pokéball when it failed to react. Too much to hope for indeed. He nodded curtly without taking his eyes off the dissolving form of Mewtwo. "Try the stone, then." But at the same time he had a private question for Diyem. Diyem, when you were saying...

It was at least reassuring that they probably weren't going to have to do a second exorcism on the mewtwo to get rid of the dark matter, but what Diyem said after was most definitely not at all fucking reassuring. "What?!" Nate said. He abandoned the caged parasite and hurried over to where the...

For a second Nate could only stare, confused, while Owen's words started to echo, the air around him filling with glowing smoke. That wasn't what he'd thought Owen mea-- A moment later it was over, the parasite restrained and the mewtwo collapsed in a heap. Nate remained frozen a moment longer...

Nate broke out smiling when he saw the mewtwo's fingers twitch. "You're doing it!" he said. "Keep fighting! We know you can do it!" "The parasites keep on losing," Rocky added. "One of them got Owen, but he made it go away. You're super strong! You can win, too!" You know this shit better than...

"Be careful," Nate said. "I highly fucking doubt that parasite mark is going nuts because he wants to make friends." And... what exactly would they all do if the mewtwo turned around and shot an eterna-thing at Brisa? Guess they'd be facing two enemies, then. Diyem said he'd pull them out if...

"Bahamut, can you sense him like you did before?" Nate asked. "Or is he all empty again?" He stood ready behind the protect shield. One way or another, he had a feeling this was going to come down to a fight. Nate looked up at the mewtwo and said, "We heard what happened from Sword," Nate said...

The trip to the Voidlands was easier than Nate had expected. One second in Diyem’s jungle-house, the next in nightmare hell. Which was almost a disappointment, to be honest. All kinda shadowy and purplish, but the place didn’t even feel all that fucked up. The foreboding might well be coming off...

"Well, yeah. He's got one of those parasite things in him, don't he?" Nate said. "So we go in, rough him up until he can't cause trouble, then send in the big guns to try and reach the mewtwo." Nate inclined his head towards Red. "Get him to kick out the people possessing him. Straightforward...

"Yeah. Appreciate that," Nate said. Rocky stood at his side, tail flicking now and again. The familiar was probably picking up on Nate's nerves. Not that he was nervous or nothing. So they were going to be visiting nightmare hell, so what? Practically the entire team had at this point, and...

Well, that was sort of a more morbid take on it than Nate had been going for, but if it got those two talking, hopefully it was to the good. "That's good," he said. "Hope it helps." Nate paused, considering the loaf of bread snuggling up against Diyem's side. "The, ah, your Toast is pretty...

"No humoring here," Nate said. "If I ain't feeling something, I'll just fucking leave." He hesitated a moment. I lied when it was convenient. There was a certain other matter that had been nagging at Nate, a certain "hero's aura" that he'd been wondering if he could get the big guy to level...

"I ain't gonna pretend like shit is easy," Nate said with a rueful smile. "Or like anything makes sense in this goddamn world. But if thinking of things like that helps, even a little bit, then that's good. Cause, you know, I like you and all." His smile was now definitely more of a smirk...

Eternal spirits, always walking the same road? The past following you from one age to the next, maybe one life to the next. Nate tugged harder on his gills, uneasy. Well. His world didn't have no fucking Dark Matter, or Voice of Life or any of these other eternal weirdos. Stood to reason it...

It wasn't funny in the slightest, most of it, but Nate couldn't help but smile faintly. "Can't really speak for nobody else here, bud, but I can fucking guarantee I wasn't never born pure. So you don't got to worry none about corrupting my spirit or whatever the fuck. I'm doing a damn fine job...

"Yeah? What makes you say that?"

Nate did not fail to notice Diyem's comments about truth and lies and using people, but for the moment his only response was to raise his eyebrows faintly. "Is that what you want to be?" he asked. "A hero? A leader? Forget what other people are thinking right now. What kind of person do you want...