"You holding up okay?" came Jade's voice, over the network.
Structural integrity was fine. Psychological stress was... hard to measure. Betel could approximate it, with these silly little numbers –
RAD and
SHD, they called them – but such numbers could not begin to explain the whole of a person's mental state. Was that what they were? A person?
Was the entity called 'Betelgeuse' a 'person', or a 'thing'?
They looked like a pokémon. They spoke in natural language. They could care about goals and ideas. Didn't that make them a person?
If it called itself a 'person', was it possible that it was... wrong?
Betel could not swallow nervously, or sweat, or shiver, or hyperventilate.
Because it is a machine. It could whir its fans, to sound like it is breathing heavily, as a deception. But it cannot breathe. Even mineraloids experience respiratory function.
I am holding up just fine, Jade. I will be alright.
If you Wayfarers can handle Blacklight energy, then so can I.
If they kept ruminating, perhaps they would find a persuasive reason to believe what they were saying.
But only people are capable of self-deception.
Even as the Lucario avatar of Dark Matter continued to fight the Wayfarers surrounding him, another Powehi – insubstantial, wreathed in darkness, like a dusky mirage – stepped into existence just beside Betel. The Porygon2 hovered in the air, concentrating, their gold and silver panelling gleaming bright and dark.
The apparition cleared his throat.
"How are you... feeling? Truly? You are a creature of Radiance, and even then, only ambiently so. The concentrations of light and Shadow must be... intense, for you."
The cooling fans whirred, increasing RPM until they felt like a low roar.
In fact, it could be more intense than this. I believe I can tolerate more. Your concern is noted.
Powehi scoffed.
"You're struggling to keep your head above water. And you are yet to sink under it. You'll have to, to make it through this, you know. I knew you weren't ready."
I am aware. I have no choice but to be aware of my deficiencies. I am incapable of wilful ignorance, or of amnesia. I know that I am small, and weak, and unprepared. I know that I am barely a living thing. For all my knowledge of this world, and of the hearts of my heroic spirits, I... am not a heroic spirit, myself. I have always known this. But there is no more time left. I am not even a person, but... I must find a way to tolerate these deepest of feelings nonetheless.
Powehi nodded. He took a deep breath, and let out a ragged, throaty exhalation. He placed one ethereal paw on Betel's side.
"You aren't ready. But I don't give a damn. Do it anyway, little light."
There was a pause, and Betel's panelling shifted blacker, whiter, giving off light and anti-light that strained the eyes.
What if I cannot? What if I am not a person?
A short, sharp bark of ungentle laughter.
"Then become one."
Intriguing. Betelgeuse had not considered that.
They began to
analyse the idea.
The Powehi of flesh and blood, still battling, pulled his lip back in a wolfish snarl. These offworlders weren't succumbing to their corruption, so mcuh the better, but there needed to be
more. Much more, and not only that, but connected with the necessary
will. The will to change, to break limits, to become stronger... Unless they pushed past their boundaries, how could their little star continue to shine on them at the summit of their journey?
Perhaps he would simply have to push them further out of their comfort zone.
Powehi's Void Ascendancy raised his Def by 2 and granted +1 Endure. Powehi gained Adaptive Element, Cursed Counter+, & Trick Counter+.
Legendary Action: Firm Protect!
Powehi focused...
The Lucario's body began to glow, only for the light to collapse inward, the aura within Powehi's physical form showing its true colour. Blackness, as stygian as a black hole at its core, rippling with midnight hues at its surface. Almost a kind of vivid anti-light; this was an aura subsumed entirely in deepest Shadow.
When the effect faded, his body had changed. Swept-back aura sensors, a lithe black tail, a cape of grey fur, a mask of skull-grey patterns around his eyes. A variant Mega-Lucario, an ancient form sacred to a civilisation long-extinct.
Powehi became Awakened!
Powehi gained +1 Innate Valor and three extra HP bars!
Powehi gained two new Moves and a new Ability!
Powehi used four HP bars to create two Substitutes of himself in Shaded Moor and Arid Saltbeds! When the Substitutes are either destroyed or dispelled, all accrued damage will return to Powehi.
It was like one of those Mystery Dungeon tricks of the eye, when an impossible space gave way to mundane reality, an illusion breaking. There had been one avatar of Dark Matter standing there just now, but now there were three. They stepped apart from each other in loose unison, identical in appearance.
This would challenge the Wayfarers to do the same. Tuition by example. They
were capable of it, he could feel the potential pulsing in their veins, beneath their skin. With every beat of their hearts, they came closer to it, closer to Awakening.
Then would come the moment of truth for their little star.
Boss Attack: Powehi is preparing Stygian Lament.
Target: All
Oh, I see... Unfortunately this may be unavoidable. But listen... I sense that the damage will be worst near Powehi, and may be weaker the further away one gets. Please, heroic spirits, do your best to mitigate this attack.