So, heading out into the sunlight, I was positive that the world was odd. Full of pain, full of happiness... something like a rotten Sitrus Berry. One half's rotten, the other half's as fresh as an iceberg.

Regardless, I had a lot to think about as I floated down the plaza. Should I side with Desia for revenge and evil? Davis for heroism and eternal sadness? I didn't have an answer by the time I managed to catch up with the others, avoiding the eye of the perverted shopkeeper while trying to solve a conundrum. Then, a third thought entered my head. I would side with my friends for heroism AND revenge.

Ridiculous. It would be a long road of pain and lost time. But, I would have to do something. Maybe kill Desia, then try to get back at Davis. It would take years and possibly a return from the dead, but hey, who's to say it wouldn't be worth it?

I still felt crushed and sad. Some aspects of the world had begun returning colour, but it didn't help too much. "What are you guys gazing at?" I asked, mid-way of getting to my teammates. Some Krabbys tried to annoy me, but they got zapped easily and ran. Meanwhile, we were sitting ducks as some giant submarine-type thing gathered pace towards shore. "Uh... I'm pretty sure it would be a good idea now to retreat from shore."