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Mewtwo's Lair

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Her expression scrunched up with concern. "Um... we all came here with--" she paused.

Did Owen know about Betel?

"We're all linked to someone else," she continued. "That's how we're all here. Maybe we can... find someone else strong enough to remake you? I don't... I'm not really familiar with this stuff, but we can't give up before we've tried!"
 
That earned a faint smile, but Shadows blocked any sense of sustained hope that Owen could feel. He looked away, despondent. "Maybe," was all he replied with.

As far as Grace could tell, Owen knew very little else. Only that Alexander was seemingly invincible, and healed all damage taken. In that silence, it seemed like he was insurmountable without Powehi perhaps disrupting that healing somehow.

"...Why are you going through all this? Don't you have enough people?"
 
She frowned and inched ever closer to Owen. Grace was almost by his side, and she was watching the Charizard for any signs of discomfort, any signals that the Togetic should back off.

"This isn't about having more Wayfarers or anything," Grace told him with a shake of her head. "This might be selfish of me, but I don't like seeing people suffer. Even if, um, they tried to kill me. Seeing others in pain or doing things against their will? I just... I feel like I need to help."
 
There was a sense that Grace was being watched. Must have been Red again, knowing this was a very risky maneuver. Owen, too, had tensed, though he didn't lash out or give any true warning signs otherwise.

He opened and closed his mouth, unable to find a reply despite wanting to say something. His flame dimmed with guilt.

"Don't waste the energy," Owen said quietly. "Please... if he says this... don't hold back. Don't worry about me. Just... save this world.

"I don't want to be the reason another one falls."
 
Another?

"Don't worry," Grace said firmly. "We're going to stop him, I promise. I... I'll tell Mhynt and the others of this, just in case, and that way he can't throw them off."

Slowly she reached out with her paw, wanting to comfort Owen but cautious about setting him off. "And... I'll do my best for you, too. I'll ask around, I'll even try and visit more before we stop Alexander! Because if... if it's true, then I at least want to give you some good memories of your time on Forlas."
 
He stiffened again, curling up more. His eyes were entirely focused on Grace. There was a faint glow about them... or maybe that was a trick of the eye with how dark the rest of him was from Shadows.

But then, he bumped the top of his head on Grace's side.

"Okay," he said quietly. "Thank you... I don't deserve it."

He hesitated.

"Are you... busy right now? I... don't want to be alone for a while..."
 
Grace smiled and patted Owen gently on his head. It might not have felt like much with her light and little paws, but it was contact and comfort that she wanted to provide.

"No, I'm not busy," she said softly. "I can stay for a little while still, would you like to play a game, or just relax . . .?"

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[Ch07] - A Call from the Dark New
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    • The quiet of Giovanni's lair was a small comfort. It eased Owen's senses. At least, that was Red's observation of him.

    In this feral-minded body, Red had trouble processing familiar, higher thoughts of a past life. A small part of him was sad, but the rest of him didn't totally understand why. Besides that sense of longing, he was okay. He still could communicate with Pokemon as well as ever, even if a few things were lost in translation with the humans. That was nothing new.

    Owen's heart was coated in thick darkness, but time and visits from friends had worn away at that tar-like outer coat. But the heart within was still blackened and tarnished; wiping it away wouldn't be enough. But... it was better. And better was good.

    The Mew leisurely rested in the other room, keeping one ear up for anything Owen may need. So far, nothing much...

    But then--

    "You aren't Alexander..."

    Red perked up. Who was he talking to?

    "Yeah, that's me... Go away."

    Red tried to act like he was sleeping. Maybe Owen couldn't tell.

    "What?" Owen whispered. "But... already? Are they ready? What if... No, I know... No! I--" Owen shifted his weight.

    Red wasn't sure what he was doing. Maybe standing?

    "...Fine. Fine, okay. Whatever. Not the first time I've listened to someone like you... Go tell Betel, too. So they don't get paranoid. You know they will."

    Red tilted his head. Who was he... talking to, really? This was all too strange.

    But suddenly, Owen was definitely walking. Stomp, stomp, stomp, and he entered Red's little room.

    "Take me to the Wayfarers... Just for a little bit."

    Red flinched. He'd have to ask Giovanni, and he'd also, need to make sure Owen was okay, but...

    That had been the first time Owen willingly left his room at all on his own volition. Maybe a little sun would help.

    Red nodded. It was time for a short and guided field trip.

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