Amor was irritated, and in pain. It had been only a few days since the events that transpired at Mt. Pyre, and he was what some would call grievously injured. However due to his less than stellar reputation thanks to the lovely HNN article the League wrote about him, getting treatment within the region while not impossible, was difficult because everyone thought he had a volatile personality. They apparently thought he just went around smacking people threw buildings on a whim. So he essentially imported doctors now that the region was no longer closed. His wounds were still mostly healing, and he was bandaged from his waste up after the number Palkia did on him.

He survived a hit from a living deity. He'd take the win. However his torso was now marred and when the lacerations healed it would just be scars over scars. Like someone had tried to dice him into puzzle pieces. While he could get rid of them, he decided to keep them. Currently he was in a bathhouse in Lilycove since his private spa was currently undergoing renovations. He had paid for a private bath, and he was gently soaking with his bandages off.

Right now he just looked like he pissed off a very efficient ninja which was not entirely wrong as he had a larger cut across his chest from a red head. Then there was the ghost he saw....Someone that was dead, who had been killed before he could save them. The nightmares had stopped for a long time, but he had been restless since seeing her again. Arceus had a cruel sense of humor, perhaps his anger at Dialga was misplaced. Maybe he should just punch Arceus himself in face. It was an amusing thought, but it wasn't something that would happen anytime soon.

Dialga was now roaming in Hoenn, which meant....It meant that he would have a chance to meet it face to face. If he got the opportunity what would he say to it? Would he lash out in anger, would he cry? Would he blame it for everything that had happened to him since his parents death? He had been taught that if he prayed hard enough the God of Time would answer. But it never did....All he wanted was answers, why did those things happen, could he fix them? If he got that power, could he bring them back? Could he right those wrongs, or were they irreversible. His quest he felt wasn't so fruitless anymore.

His thoughts however were interrupted when he heard someone enter the same bath as him, a rather well endowed woman with long red hair. At first he thought it was the swordswoman he fought on the mountain, but quickly realized that wasn't the case, but he still quirked a brow.

"I do not remember paying for extra company?" He spoke to the woman that he indeed had met before, but she wouldn't recognize him.

The woman who had tried to defend that poor shopkeeper from his debts. Yvaine...

"Arceus does have a sick sense of humor doesn't he...."

Yvaine Varron