Subject: Owen shook his head.
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Posted on: 2015-04-22 02:11:00 UTC
"Bleeding heart. You're such a bleeding heart. You fell though that plothole because of a freak accident, not because of fate or a 'reason' or even being given a second chance. You just lucked out, Rookie! No need to rationalize it."
The Lucario reached into a large pouch hanging off his belt and pulled out a canteen. After taking a swig of water he said: "And seriously-- you don't owe anything to her. If anything, she owes you. You saved her bacon, end of story. If she's got life problems, that's her business, not yours."
A rustling noise in the tall grass made Owen swivel around. He relaxed when a Fletchinder hopped out of the grass, looking around nervously. "Ah, welcome back," said Owen. "There's no way Bug types are going to mess with you now, eh? That's good. If you can cow someone into submission then it's a hundred times better than fighting. The wasps are gone now so you can drop your disguise if you want."
The bird cocked its head to the side and remained silent. It shook itself, producing a familiar pencil and notepad seemingly out of nowhere. It grabbed the pencil in its beak and wrote a note. "I apologize for my brusque departure. I have no interest in meeting the Notary."