~Rarity~

I sat by Sweetie Belle’s bed as I waited for her to wake up. The whole ordeal from a few days ago still replayed in my head each time I saw her, but each time I reminded myself she was still here. That through the efforts of Summer’s sister and new team, Sweetie Belle still lived. Though every light that briefly lighted up on her, and every mechanical sound of motors working reminded me she would never be the same again. I sighed as once again, a motor system was tested, Tinker nearby keeping an eye on some screen.

Just getting more depressed as I looked at my little sister, I looked out of one of the hospital’s windows, only to see Summer still in her true form, shifting about through the streets. I cringed as I saw her, hooves riddled with holes yet again, reminding me of how she looked after her confrontation with Nightmare Moon. She mentioned Negative Emotion Poisoning back then, and I couldn’t help but think she may have yet another case of it here. Especially looking as miserable as she did, I thought she must be killing herself with her own emotions. Unable to bear the sight of her getting worse each day, I set myself to do something about it.

I got up and left the hospital, saying farewell to Tinker on my way out. The first thing I did was go to Twilight’s house, as this was something all of us needed to clear up. As soon as I saw her, nose deep in a book, I spoke up. “Twilight, dear… we need to get the girls together, and have a talk with Summer. We need to move on, or all this grief will get the best of us. As well, Summer appears to be dying, likely from her own depression. You know how she spoke of that Negative Emotion Poisoning.”

“Wait, Summer’s what? Oh no… She is taking on all the blame, isn’t she? We all agreed to her plan with Nightmare Moon, so why is she only blaming herself?” Twilight wondered.

“Well, we made it pretty clear to her that we all held her responsible, remember?” I replied, still guilty about that myself.

“...You’re right… I… none of us were in a mindset to acknowledge our own part in all of this at the time… we all just blamed Summer for all of this, and now... We all need to move on if we want to get past this. I’ll call the girls together. Can you talk with Summer’s roommate? Maybe see if she’s done anything about Summer’s depression?” Twilight requested. I nodded, though I was reluctant. There was just some air about that mare that made me uncomfortable… like a predator sizing up their prey at times. Still, it had to be done. I was at Summer’s house soon enough, knocking on the door.

“Just a moment!” a few seconds later Mirage opened the door. “Oh, hello Rairty. What brings you here?” I sighed a moment as I once again acclimatized myself to her presence.

“It’s about Summer. I wanted to ask you if you’ve noticed her depression and if you’ve done anything about it, since you live with her.” I asked. Her happy look immediately turned sour.

“Not even slapping her and screaming at her to get ahold of herself has worked…” she said. I sighed.

“I feared as much… The girls and I are gathering to do something about it.” I informed her.

“Do what, exactly?” she asked curiously.

“We’re going to talk to her, and let her know none of us are holding her completely responsible for what happened to Sweetie.” I answered.

“I think she will be glad to hear that” she said with a smile. I smiled too, already thinking about getting rid of that awful depression. Saying my farewell to her, I headed back to Twilight’s house, believing Twilight would be done gathering everypony by the time I got back.

I wasn’t far from being right, only having to wait for about 3 minutes or so for them to arrive. Summer was the last one to arrive, apparently having been asked to come by Pinkie, if the colorful invitation she held was any indication.

“So… what’s all this about?” Summer asked. It was the first time I heard her voice since that fateful day, and… it sounded like she was practically in the grave already.

“Summer, this is about your depression. You’ve been shutting yourself in and avoiding us ever since Sweetie Belle… And we can see it’s killing you.” I told her.

“The last thing any of us heard you say is that you have a lot of making up to do. You can’t exactly do that by shutting yourself in and isolating yourself.” Twilight added.

“And you can’t redeem anything if you’re dead. I mean, what are you trying to do, give up?” Rainbow Dash added as well.

“Ah’m not all that sure how much y’all know ‘bout this world’s future, but ya seem ta be missin’ the part where things ain’t as bright an’ candy colored as it seems. Ponies still die, whether from natural causes or not.” Applejack bluntly explained.

“But you helped save Sweetie. Not only that, but you aren’t the only one to blame for that Nightmare mess. We all agreed to your plan, back then, so we all share in the guilt.” Fluttershy explained, surprising me as well as everyone else in her being so vocal. She turned to us when we all stared at her. “...What? Summer’s helped me with my confidence issues.”

“Wait, did you guys actually think I really did nothing while I was depressed? I still get bored enough to want to do something other than sulk, and helping Fluttershy with that has been something I’ve wanted to do from the very beginning.” Summer interjected. The rest of us stared for a few moments, before moving on.

“Moving on… Summer, the point is, you need to stop taking all the blame for yourself and move on. You saved my sister with your quick thinking. Focus more on that than why she was hurt in the first place.” I told her. Summer sighed, but she seemed to actually consider everything for a minute.

“Yeah… but the whole situation just reminds me about how most of my life, I’ve been relying on Luck. That situation only turned out the best it could because of it. Mercy and Tinker could have been elsewhere, Catt and Spec could have not showed up… really, it’s like my life is run by Luck.” Summer said with a sad sigh. “I can’t rely on it forever.”

“Hey, why not? My tricks are 20% luck. And they almost always turn out awesome, or end conveniently.” Rainbow asked, leading to me fighting the urge to facehoof. However, Summer was interrupted from responding as we all heard the front door open.

“Hey, y’all. Sweetie’s wakin’ up.” Tinker’s voice called in. My heart fluttered as I turned with a smile. I’d been looking forward to this for a while now. And judging from the smiles on everyone else’s face, including Summer’s, they all were as well.

~Sweetie Belle~

The systems just running through my head were pretty confusing at first, but over the few days I was out, I managed to figure out what did what. When I learned how to operate most everything I had added to me, it was finally about time to figure out how to wake up. It… took some patience, but I finally was able to figure out the “boot sequence”... Which I wonder why it was called that? I didn’t see any boots flying around. It’s kind of silly to call something a boot sequence if there aren’t any boots involved. When I woke up, I tried to yawn out of reflex. I was cut off when a familiar pair of hooves wrapped around me in a loving hug.

“Oh Sweetie Belle… it’s good to have you back.” Rarity cried happily. I happily hugged back as best as I could.

“It’s good to be back, Rarity. You would not believe how complicated these new systems are!” I explained as we embraced.

“You seem more cheerful than expected. You do something to cope with what happened?” I heard Summer off to the side. Turning, I found all six of Rarity’s friends smiling happily at us.

“I deleted the memory.” I replied. “Well… as soon as I found out how, anyway.”

“That’s good. Nopony should have to live through something like that. It’s good you found a way to prevent the mental scars.” Twilight said. I grinned in joy at the praise, something I noticed Summer perked up at. I also noticed Summer looked kind of out of shape, now that I looked at her closer, but she didn’t have any holes, so… I just shrugged it off for now. I heard a door squeak and turned to look, and saw a filly walk in. My systems kicked in right then, analyzing every feature of her, from her grey fur, to her slightly dull neon blue streaks in her mane, to the basic nature of her magic. Honestly, the analyzing thing was a bit overkill in my opinion, but on the bright side, I’ll never forget a face now. That being said, I also noticed she was wearing a scarf, and slightly shivering. The analyzer though brought my attention to her magic though, my new UI saying it was half unicorn, half… something dark, but with a distinct difference between what attacked me. This magic did not have a will of its own, or any kind of super evil influence over her… so maybe she was one of those Natural Darks I heard about in class?

“Hello? Is she awake yet?” Asked the filly. The analysis was so fast she didn’t even have time to notice that I was looking at her. I sat up and waved to her.

“Hi there! Are you the one that helped me while the engineer guy was working on my body? I uh… kind of erased that bit of memory since the sight of my own body freaked me out.” I greeted, admitting that little issue. She blinked and a relieved smile spread across her face.

“Yeah, that’s me. Don’t worry about the memory, I would have told you to erase it if you didn’t yet.” She trotted next to my bed and jumped up on it, so she was sitting almost right next to me. “My name is Spectral Ember, but call me Spec… I’m just… so glad that you are still here.” She introduced herself, and I noticed small tears forming in the corners of her eyes. I guess something big must have happened once for it to mean this much to her.

“Need a hug?” I offered, almost immediately she closed the distance between us and hugged me so tightly I could have sworn to have heard metal creak. I hugged her back, but I noticed she was strangely cold to the touch, still shivering every once in a while.

“D’aaaaaaaw….” I heard several voices to my side. I ignored them in favor of asking why she was so cold.

“Hey… why are you so cold? It’s about 76 degrees in here.” I asked, using the Farenheit readings.

“It’s because of what happened few days ago. When we switched… there was so much cold, like nothing else ever existed other than that coldness… you either deleted that or Catt’s magic protected you from it, but not me. Now I can’t stay warm no matter what I do. But don’t worry, it’s getting better.” Spec explained.

“Oh… yeah, that sounds horrible.” Summer commented.

“You have no idea.” Spec mumbled in a barely audible volume, and I felt a few tears falling on my back. In response, I hugged her slightly tighter. Rarity joined the hug as well, and I’m sure both of us appreciated it.

~Summer~

While Spec, Rarity, and Sweetie Belle were having their moment, the rest of us stepped out to talk. I was trying my best to ignore Nightmare nagging at me about torturing her with such a debilitating depression as we left. I personally wasn’t too sure what to talk about, but I did see Bonbon leaning against the wall outside the door.

“Oh, hey Bonbon.” I greeted. “Here with Spec?”

“Yeah. Y’know, I never thought I’d see that… filly in a hospital. Then again, nearly sacrificing herself like that… I’m amazed, to put it simply.” Bonbon replied. “But then… it reminds me slightly of you. Risking your life in the hopes something good would come of it… I still say it’s incredibly stupid, but it looks like everything still worked out in the end.”

“Yeah… sometimes I think I’m the luckiest bastard in the multiverse.” I muttered in response.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Rainbow once again pointed out. She didn’t need to say anything else, having already given her reasons for luck being pretty good.

“Like I said, I can’t rely on luck forever… can we change topics? This one’s getting old and redundant.” I requested. AJ glanced towards Sweetie’s room.

“How do y’all think the town’s gonna treat her now?” she asked. The rest of us made the connection easily enough. Sweetie being a Bot was a rather striking change.

“No idea. But I do know ponies like Diamond Tiara and Spoiled Rich will be exploiting this to its fullest, Diamond as a bully, and Spoiled as an enterpriser. I can already think of a few hundred ways those two could make Sweetie’s life hell.” I said somberly.

“Don’t you worry, Sugarcube. If anypony tries to take a whack at Sweetie, Ah’m sure Rares’ll put them into shape.” AJ assured me. Coming from her, I could believe it, but…

“But Spoiled Rich is one of the most influential ponies here. Not only is she head of the school board, but she’s also got the ears of pretty much all the nobles.” Twilight voiced my doubts.

“Heh… but you’re the Princess’s student, and you’ve got her ear.” I pointed out as I thought of that argument. “And Princess Cadence was your babysitter.” Twilight blushed as I pointed those out.

“Well yeah, but…” Twilight started.

“No buts, Twilight. You have influence. There’s gonna be points where ponies get needlessly hurt unless you use it. I’ll let you know when, if you’re ever unsure, though. Alright?” I proposed. Twilight nodded her acceptance.

“But there’s still those who’d go even against the Princess if they believe they’re doing the right thing…” Fluttershy pointed out.

“And if they try, they have Seven Heroes to stand against.” Rarity’s voice resolutely stated. I turned to find her leaving the room. I suppose she was letting Spec and Sweetie talk things out.

“Seven? Pretty sure Spec and Catt are part of the group now.” Rainbow threw in. Rarity smiled at that.

“Hey, you girls know what this calls for?” Pinkie said with a huge smile.

“Heh… It’s party time.” I said, using my magic to make sunglasses appear on my face.

~Catt~

Meanwhile, at Canterlot, the Guard captain, Shining Armor had decided to put me and about half his guard through the crazy training regimen Red and Razor had gone through. Of course, when those two were allowed to switch back, I switched them right away. I knew it was bad enough how it was. Both of them were embarrassed to go back to the barracks each night. What was interesting during the training regimen was that a few of the guards I switched happened to be changelings, so that let me get a good look at their souls. AND it let ponies know what it was like to be one of them. The changelings freaked out about being discovered, but I calmed them by telling the my “sister” was one, and had good standing with the Princess. They still asked me not to tell anyone about being changelings, which I obliged for now, and they taught their switch partner how to switch back into the disguise they were using.

Of course, needless to say most of the guards were mortified. Pretty much all of them were given a gender swap, meaning the mares had to teach the stallions about the intricate horrors of Heat. The changelings got a kick out of it though. It meant plenty of lust and humiliation to drink up. Some of those changelings were violet, which meant they fed best on lust apparently… which I made a mental note of so I could avoid them in the future. Already the ponies swapped with them were acting a bit more...loose… in their sexuality.

Once I got done swapping everyone the captain asked me to, I headed back to my room and started getting ready. Celly wanted me to make myself presentable for… something. Some kind of important meeting, or something. The best I could do was let some maids brush and clean my fur, fluff my tails and fit me into a dress that I simply adored. It looked like the usual party dress, but with a fanned out skirt on the bottom, looking somewhat like a rose, and it had glowing lines all across it. It looked both pretty, and like it belonged in Tron. It also glowed all the colors of the rainbow, each one fading into the next along the lines.

Once I was all dressed and ready to go, I headed to the meeting room Celly told me about, hiding my gloves in my tails. When I got there, I gave the Princesses, both of them were there, a flaunting bow, showing off my dress.

“Ooh, that looks real pretty!” Celly enthused. Luna’s look assured me she agreed. I smiled as I appreciated their approval.

“So, what is the meeting about?” I asked. Celly and Luna shared a look, Celly’s being one of trollish glee, and Luna’s a look of sheer disapproval.

“You’ll see in a few minutes.” Celly hinted while Luna stared a hole into her skull.

“I really wish you would stop being so vague, sister. It irked me to no end even before I had been corrupted.” Luna groaned.

“Trolling… intensifies…” I caught Celly whisper as she cast a spell. Suddenly doors opened on the other side of the room, and in came a bunch of nobles.

“Oh, that cheeky little… I thought she told us it’d be better not to reveal ourselves to the public! This looks like the whole of nobility! They’re all going to talk about us, regardless of what Celly tells them!” Catrina complained. The nobility saw me too, and those that came first stared at me as they walked toward their seat more slowly.

“Celly…? What is this?” One of the ones I haven’t met asked.

“This, Jade, is a new noble I’d like to introduce you to. Duchess Catt.” Celly introduced in a formal tone I hadn’t known she had. Blueblood and Fancy Pants shared looks at that, and I could tell they realized what was going on, but neither said anything against it.

“Ah yes… it’s nice to see you joining us today, miss Catt. It will be a pleasure collaborating with you in future matters.” Fancy said in a tone that suggested he expected this.

“Wait… I’m a noble now?” I turned and asked Celly in shock. She nodded with a grin.

“Ugh. This has to be another one of her infantile pranks. There’s no way some cat’s going to be thrown in with us without knowing a thing about it.” Another noble groaned. I honestly was with him on this one. Still Celly said nothing, convincing me it was.

“Oh? Perhaps you may be right, sir… I do find it hard to believe this situation is very legitimate…” And then as murmurings about pranks grew among the crowd, Celly snapped into action, slapping some kind of document onto the table.

“Wh-what is that?” Blueblood asked, looking nervous, and I believed he had a right to be considering the triumphant smirk on her face. Luna picked up the document, scanning through it with at first a neutral face. Her jaw starting to fall filled me with dread.

“This… is legitimate…” she muttered. Due to everyone having fallen dead silent when Celly slapped the document down, everyone could hear it. “Catt really is a noble now…”

I gulped as I suddenly felt about three dozen eyes fall on me. “I have a very bad feeling about this…”

~Sweetie Belle~

“I have a great feeling about this!” I cried as I trotted along to school with Spec. It had been about a day since I was released from the hospital, and I was already headed back to school. I already had a lot of work to make up, having been asleep for four days, and Rarity urged me not to make it any worse. But we both agreed inviting Spec along to help in explaining Natural Darks, as well as earn some extra credit.

“I’m not sure Sweetie, are you really ready for this?” Spec asked me. She was looking much better then she was when I woke up. She no longer needed the scarf, which I learned was made by Rarity, because she wasn’t nearly as cold anymore. She probably still had a day or two before whatever caused it wore off completely, but she wasn’t shivering anymore.

“I’m sure. Tinker gave me some advanced processing while he worked on the prototype, so things shouldn’t be that hard. And really the only ones you gotta watch out for are Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. Those two are always so full of themselves, it’s a wonder their heads still fit through a door.” I said, half jokingly. Actually, Silver Spoon wasn’t that bad, but she was kind of a follower.

“Ha ha, well, if you say so.” Spec giggled a bit, but then frowned. “Sweetie, even though you now have all these enhancements and everything, you shouldn’t rely on them too much. If you do, you might forget who you really are. You don’t want to end up as just an unfeeling machine, looking for the most ‘optimal solution’, right?” She said somberly and with a hint of worry. I hesitated, thinking about that.

“Are… are you sure that could happen? I mean, I still have my own definition of the best, I can still focus on keeping in mind what’s good and bad…” I trailed off, thinking about what could happen if I forget what’s good and bad. Spec looked away for a moment.

“I don’t know… probably not, but… do you really want to find out? I mean, as long as you remember that you are Sweetie Belle, and that you are still a pony, despite of what other say, you will still be you.” She said with a small smile and gave me a brief hug. I smiled as I returned the hug.

“Yeah, you’re right. I have a few friends that can help keep me in check, if that helps. And my sister definitely won’t let me fall that far.” I suggested.

“It does help. You can’t face something like this alone, you know that, right?” Spec said sounding both concerned and slightly relieved.

“Yeah. I can’t even cook alone.” I said, joking a bit but acknowledging that I was actually pretty terrible. “I even tried this morning with my new enhancements. Still can’t avoid burning anything.” This caused her to actually laugh a little.

“You will figure it out in time. And you can’t possibly be any worse than me, when I tried to cook last time, the food came alive and ran away.” She said with air of both humour and seriousness at the same time.

“Really now? Well worst I’ve done is turn Orange Juice into some kind of black charbroiled sludge.” I replied with a giggle.

“We probably shouldn't try to cook together then. I don’t think Equestria could handle the results.” Spec said, also giggling.I giggled as well, thinking of how well that would mess with Diamond Tiara. As we reached the schoolhouse though, I just let the conversation end, leading the way in. I asked Spec to wait outside for the teacher to call her in, to which she agreed. As expected, when I walked in, every eye in the classroom turned to me, a mix of sympathy and fear. Mrs. Cheerilee was quick to respond though.

“Hello, Sweetie Belle. It’s good to see you alive and well after what happened. We were all very worried.” she greeted happily.

“Thanks miss Cheerilee. I brought a friend with me today. She was one of the ponies that helped save me. It’s because of when you talked about Natural Darks, since I think she is one.” I said in return.

“Oh! That’s very interesting, is she waiting outside?” she asked with clear interest. “I was actually planning on giving a more in depth lesson about them today, coincidentally enough.”

“Yeah. I asked her to wait until you called her.” I answered. She nodded and turned toward the door.

“Well come on in then!” she called happily. Spec opened the door and slowly stepped in, nervously looking around, before her eyes settled on miss Cheerilee.

“Hello, I'm Sweetie’s friend, Spectral Ember, most ponies call me Spec.” She said rather nervously, probably because of the whole class staring at her. Cheerilee stared for a few seconds, clearly shocked.

“Um… I’m sorry, I was just expecting somepony… older.” Cheerily said after noticing she was staring.

“Yeah, she and I switched souls when I was about to slip away so I didn’t have to hold on for any longer. I owe her my life. As well as a few dozen other ponies…” I trailed off at that last part. Spec came in for another reassuring hug, which I gladly accepted.

“It’s okay Sweetie, you know that any of us would do it again if you, or somepony else was in danger.” She gently told me. Cheerilee smiled at that.

“That’s an amazing thing to hear. Scary that it was another filly to take your place, but… wonderful nonetheless.” she said.

“Hey, she’s still here.” Scootaloo, one of my closer friends pointed out. “Especially after volunteering to have a near death experie-”

“Scootaloo, this does not mean you will be allowed to participate in your so-called ‘Extreme Sports’ so don’t even ask.” Cheerilee firmly shot her down. She pouted a bit, but didn’t seem too put down.

“It wasn’t a pleasant experience.” Spec said and once again shivered from remembering. At the front of the class, Diamond Tiara sat glaring at me, and I could tell she was about to spit out some scathing remark. Before she could though, I cut her off.

“No Diamond, I’m a Cyborg, not a robot. There’s a big difference, and cyborgs are way better.” I told her. The look of utter shock on her face brought nearly the whole class to laughter. Diamond’s glare at everypony got the laughter to stop pretty well though. Giving Spec a small glance, I turned to Cheerilee to talk about her. “So miss Cheerilee, what exactly were you going to talk about for today's lesson?” I asked as I headed to my seat.

“Oh yes! Right…” she cleared her throat as she looked at Spec. “Actually, Spec? Could you look over my lesson notes and see how accurate they are? We don’t really know any Natural Dark ponies in town, so I couldn’t get these facts verified.”

“O-Of course, miss Cheerilee, I’ll take a look.” Spec relied and levitated said notes in front of her. After a few moments Spec had a small frown on her face and looked up at miss Cheerilee. “Miss Cheerilee, most of it is correct, but there are some important things you have wrong.” Everypony, myself included, leaned in in interest. “Here your notes say that Darks can only use Dark Magic energy to cast spells. A lot of ponies think that, but it’s wrong. We can use normal magic too, as I’m doing right now, it’s just that Dark magic we are attuned to doesn’t affect us negatively. Another point you got wrong is that Darks can be found out immediately after birth. In most cases, the Dark Magic imprint we have only starts to develop at around the age most ponies get their Cutie Mark. Last thing that is wrong here, is that Darks can use all kinds of Dark Magic freely. We can only use what we are attuned to, if we try to use anything else, we could get corrupted just as any other pony.” Spec finally finished her explanations and levitated the lesson plan back to miss Cheerilee. Cheerilee was actually quite happy and surprised about all of that.

“Wow, those were some critical misconceptions indeed. Thank you, Spec. Um… if you don’t mind my asking, what kind of Dark Magic are you attuned to?” Cheerilee asked.

“I… uh… that is… I actually have quite a broad attunement, but I only know a bit of Shadow magic and Dream magic. I also know a small trick with fire and embers, but I don’t have a name for it yet.” Spec listed off after a brief hesitation.

“Whoa, that’s pretty cool.” Scootaloo gushed. “Hey… what about Luna’s Nightmare? What kind of Dark Magic is that?”

“I don’t really know all that much about that. I only know that Nightmare is separate entity that came from somewhere else.” Spec carefully admitted, I had the feeling that she did know more, but didn’t want to say it for some reason. Maybe it’s to complicated and it would take too much time to explain? Or maybe she just doesn’t want to.

“Maybe that question would get more answers if you asked the Nightmare itself. I’ve heard one of the new Element Bearers, Summer Dash has it.” Cheerilee said. “But… please, don’t swarm her with questions. She might be a changeling, but that much excitement could be bad for her. Like bingeing on Pinkies sweets.”

“Hang on, are you even sure Spec is a Dark? She could just be making those things up.” Diamond protested. I scoffed.

“Diamond, my scans show more than enough Dark Magic to corrupt a normal pony. She’s a Dark, no questions asked.” I shot her objection down.

“Oh who cares about your stupid scans, you piece of Scrap.” Diamond shot back. “You could be making things up too, because Spec is your friend.” Everyone glared at Diamond for that.

“Diamond Tiara, that’s enough.” Cheerilee stopped Diamond’s tirade. “Sweetie Belle almost died, so you should not be antagonizing her.” Diamond hardly reacted, other than to pout, but then Cheerilee did something I wasn’t really expecting. “However, the school board will get really agitated if I don’t explore those possibilities… Spec, can you provide any credibility to what you say?”

“I… I have my identification card here with me.” Spec said and levitated a small black card to Cheerilee. “I could also do a small demonstration, if you need actual evidence.”

“I believe the ID is sufficient. Thank you.” Cheerilee accepted with a smile, giving it back. “However, since you offered, I think a demonstration at the end of the lesson would be nice.”

“Of course.” Spec shortly replied and put her ID away.

~???~

Canterlot Castle - Science Division

I looked down on a team of scientists, hidden in the ceiling through a crack…. That I really shouldn’t have been able to fit into. I still question how the heck my body was this compressible, let alone how I even got into this body in the first place, (Honestly that soul bullshit doesn’t fly with me. Souls don’t carry memories.) I still had to figure out what else these guys knew about my situation. From what I could tell, they already had eyes on my brother and sister, one of which had gone through a gender swap (I still find that one incredibly suspicious, as it has been pretty much everything he’s been blabbering about and wishing for back home,) and the other one’s got some kind of crazy soul powers now. (Hah! Take that, asshole! She’s not useless, after all!) But there’s still a few things left I needed to find out. Where the hell “Summer” is, and how we’re supposed to get back home. My fist and I have a lot to talk to “her” about.