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"I wasn't sure what to do, either," Owen admitted. "I totally froze up. Bahamut was right... When the time comes, I don't know if I have it in me to actually kill someone when I'm not... in that mutant mindset of mine. It makes me wonder if I should... let it happen sometimes, but..." He sighed, shaking his head. "I think you did your best, Vix. It worked out, and I don't think people... expect you to have to do that on the regular. It's fine."
He regarded Vix with an encouraging smile, but then, perhaps with a thought, he held his hands out, conjuring little flames. His demeanor changed slightly; it looked like Wishkeeper, in a small way, was present when he spoke.
"All in all, I think there are five of me, always competing and discussing which one, or if all of us, should be in 'control.' Which one is right for which moment. But they're all me..."
Five figures appeared under Owen's palm, each one a slightly different shape. One was a Charizard, normal as could be, idly folding and unfolding his wings. Another was a great Charizard that dwarfed all the others, standing proud and stern, hardened by untold strife. A third was a crouched beast, looking left and right eagerly for another fight, another throat to tear. The fourth was a bright-eyed Charmander, holding skyward what appeared to be a badge. And finally, a Charmeleon, hands clasped together in prayer as flowers of embers bloomed around him.
"I feel like I owe it to them all to make sure they have a say. I know, if I ever get a new life, that I, right now, would want to remain."
He regarded Vix with an encouraging smile, but then, perhaps with a thought, he held his hands out, conjuring little flames. His demeanor changed slightly; it looked like Wishkeeper, in a small way, was present when he spoke.
"All in all, I think there are five of me, always competing and discussing which one, or if all of us, should be in 'control.' Which one is right for which moment. But they're all me..."
Five figures appeared under Owen's palm, each one a slightly different shape. One was a Charizard, normal as could be, idly folding and unfolding his wings. Another was a great Charizard that dwarfed all the others, standing proud and stern, hardened by untold strife. A third was a crouched beast, looking left and right eagerly for another fight, another throat to tear. The fourth was a bright-eyed Charmander, holding skyward what appeared to be a badge. And finally, a Charmeleon, hands clasped together in prayer as flowers of embers bloomed around him.
"I feel like I owe it to them all to make sure they have a say. I know, if I ever get a new life, that I, right now, would want to remain."