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 Radiant Garden was bustling and busy as ever, people going about their daily lives and doing some shopping in the Marketplace. There were still some concerns regarding the mechanical bugs popping up here and there, but there hadn't been another attack since the last time they visited. For the most part, the Restoration Committee had been keeping watch on them in the case that were to happen again.
 
 But for today, that wasn't a big concern for either of the winged heroes walking the streets. Other than having a discussion with the committee over the going ons and any information they may have had, Kalas and Xelha were looking to relax, the latter having come out of three and a half months of training, becoming a skilled fighter to go along with her magic ability, while the former had been taking the time to get used to the eyepiece made for him by Ratchet, having adjusted to the sight it'd given back to him. They had also gone to visit Rozalin for some adjustments to their garments, Xelha's [url=https://www.khwiki.com/images/9/9e/Player_(Female)_KHX.png]outift[/url] receiving an overhaul into something a little more suited for adventuring, while Kalas left his cape with her in order to make it less ominous-looking, his winglet left on the ship for now.
 
 However, while they were taking the time off for the most part, there was another reason they took the time to visit this world. For a long time, Xelha had been debating with herself regarding the matters of the man they had found in the Deep Jungle, whom the committee managed to bring to this world and find him a place to stay. With all the mysteries surrounding who he was and how much he knew of her kingdom's matters, with the strong possibility of him being family, she knew she needed answers from him, only putting it off due to her uncertainty. But with encouragement from the one-winged boy, she once again found herself at the doorstep of the man's home, staring at the door for the longest time.
 
 Though Kalas waited behind her, giving her the support that she needed, she just stood there, unable to bring herself to knock even after all this time. Too many scenarios ran through her mind, none of them good. What if she didn't like what she heard? What if the man was unwilling to even talk to her, whatever memories he had too much for him to even give the time? What if it was her own people that caused him to leave, painting them in a more negative light than what she grew up with?
 
 She took a deep, shuddering breath, doing everything she could to hold back her apprehension. It wasn't like her to avoid something like this; whenever she was sure on something, she always set her mind on that goal and went after it. Here, however, she wasn't so sure, wanting some answers and possibly learning more of her family beyond their duty as protectors of the Ocean, but at the same time simply wanting to leave it be now that the man was out of the hazardous jungle and back to civilization.
 
 She tried to keep her mind on the former, slowly bringing a hand up to knock. Her hand shook as it moved closer, just barely making contact with the door. She took a deep breath; she was going to do this...she had to...
 
 ....
 
 She promptly pulled her hand back, turning away from the door almost instantly. "...I can't..."
 
 Despite the concerned look he gave her, Kalas let out a frustrated sigh to her hesitance. "Xelha, it's been several months now. You can't put this off forever. And don't forget that this was [i]your[/i] idea."
 
 "I-I know, but...what if he doesn't want anything to do with me? If he refused to return to our world, why would he want to--"
 
 She was cut short by the blue-haired boy grabbing her by the shoulders, looking her straight in the eye. "Listen to yourself for a minute! After all this time, you're doubting yourself [i]now[/i]? Even if it's not what you expect, you can't let this eat away at you any longer. You gotta go talk to him, figure out what his deal is."
 
 For the longest time, gold eyes stared into deep blue, his words sinking. However, all she could do was look down, her doubts and anxiety winning over her. "Kalas...I can't...I just can't, okay?!"
 
 "Xelha--"
 
 "I can't!" She pulled away from his grasp, running past him, even summoning her wings to fly further away. Kalas could only watch her go, unable to go after her while she was like this. He just sighed once more in frustration, running a hand through his hair.
 
 This was not like Xelha to be acting like this. She was always so confident in her decisions, even if she didn't know what she was doing or if they wouldn't work out for her. But now she was acting like the time she had shone the Ocean Mirror on him, the pain she was causing him forcing her to stop and cry, putting the whole world at risk if not for his own will breaking out. While the stakes weren't as high as it was then, it was still a fairly serious situation that they needed to get sorted out.
 
 But how could he get her to listen to reason this time? He'd been giving her support, encouraging her, reassuring her, and even that wasn't enough. What was it going to take for her to actually go in and confront her possible father?
 
 Away from this scene, however, another world-hopping hero was spending the day amongst the streets, simply enjoying the downtime that was currently available for him. Ratchet, in a rather rare occurrence when it came to be roaming out of their home galaxies, was currently in a solo outing.
 
 His trusty robotic partner Clank was at this very moment fulfilling one of his duties outside of hero work: Acting! Turns out, a new Secret Agent Clank holo-film was in production and as such, the small-yet-famous bot was asked to play his role for the upcoming flick. As usual, and despite his popularity as a galactic hero, the poor Lombax got the short end of the stick and was not needed in the slightest. He did not mind; after all, beat having to act as a bumbling chauffeur anyday...
 
 Either way, Ratchet was on his way to grab a bite to eat and then bounce to another world when he heard a familiar pair of voices up ahead. Not really able to recognize who exactly, he took a few steps further only to see the sight of Xelha flying away with a distressed look in her face, after what seemed like a loud shout.
 
 Wondering what had happened to his friend, he soon noticed the young man of blue hair nearby and walked towards him. "Hey Kalas," Ratchet greeted. "Sorry for barging in, but I just saw Xelha flying away and she seemed she was in a pretty bad mood. What happened?"
 
 Though hearing Ratchet's voice, Kalas didn't look in his general direction at first, too bothered by the situation. "She's just...conflicted right now," he answered anyway. "We've gone over this a bunch of times and she just...ugh."
 
 Shaking his head, it was then that he turned to face the furred hero, taking note that his buddy Clank wasn't around like he usually was. However, rather than bring attention to that, or greet him back, a thought came to him. Several months ago, they had adventured across planets trying to stop the Prog twins from unleashing the Nethers on the galaxy. During then, he was able to get through to them, or at least the brother of the two, by understanding their plight as the last of his species in this dimension, much like how those two were thrown out of their dimension and seen as outcasts.
 
 Even though it was a different case then, it gave the one-winged hero an idea on how to handle this. Xelha might not listen to him right now, but if there was anyone else who could get her to make up her mind, it had to be Ratchet.
 
 So he began, taking a deep breath as he did so, "Hey, Ratchet...I'll tell you what's goin' on, but I need you to do me a favor..."
 
 ~*~*~
 
 For a while, Xelha hadn't gone back to Kalas, or anywhere near where they intended to go. Instead, she found herself in a part of the town that seemed to have been recently restored: a beautiful [url=https://www.khwiki.com/images/3/3f/Fountain_Court_%28Art%29.png]fountain court[/url] that she sat by, staring at the reflection in the water that showed her apprehension.
 
-She knew this was ridiculous, that she was acting like a teenage girl going through a variety of emotions over the smallest things. Yet here she was, unable to confront the man on who he possibly was, whether he actually was her father like they suspected or someone else related, and why he acted the way he did in regards to their world. If he accepted help to get off that jungle, he couldn't have been that much of a recluse. So why was she feeling hesitant? She should be barging through the doors demanding him of these things by now. What was stopping her?
+She knew this was ridiculous, that she was acting like a teenage girl going through a variety of emotions over the smallest things. Yet here she was, unable to confront the man on who he possibly was, whether he actually was her father like they suspected or someone else related, and why he acted the way he did in regards to their world. If he accepted help to get off that jungle, he couldn't have been that much of a recluse. So why was she feeling hesitant; she should be barging through the doors demanding him of these things by now. What was stopping her?
 
 As these thoughts crossed her mind, she felt the approaching aura, heard the sound of both magic and mechanical wings retracting for the time being. She didn't turn to face him, only lowering her head further.
 
 "Kalas, I just...I can't right now, okay?" she said shakily, holding herself. "I don't even know why I'm feeling like this, either. I just...I need time. So please..."
 
 Kalas just stared at her, unable to hide the look of concern over her. However, he shook his head to her request. "Xel...I know you won't listen to me right now, but maybe you'd be willing to listen to someone else on this."
 
 "Wh...What do you mean?"
 
 "Hey Xel..."
 
-It was then when the Lombax made his appearance, appearing from behind Kalas. He simply walked near Xelha and sat by her side. "Yeah, it's just me. Clank was a bit busy today so couldn't be here. But...knowing him, he probably wouldn't have liked to see you all mopey like that, and neither do I.
+It was then when the Lombax made his appearance. Appearing from behind Kalas. He simply walked near Xelha and sat by her side. "Yeah, it's just me. Clank was a bit busy today so couldn't be here. But...knowing him, he probably wouldn't have liked to see you all mopey like that, and neither do I."
 
 "Soooo, Kalas told me what happened. Your dad lives here and you're having trouble meeting him for the first time, right?"
 
-He gave a soft chuckle to give some levity into the air, but not enough to sound like he didn't care. "I can imagine how it must be like. After all, with all the worries if he doesn't want to see you, or if you think he'll be sad, upset, or maybe you'll be. A lot of pressure...
+He gave a soft chuckle to give some levity into the air, but not enough to sound like he didn't care. "I can imagine how it must be like. After all, with all the worries if he doesn't want to see you. Or if you think he'll be sad, upset, or maybe you'll be. A lot of pressure..."
 
-"But here's the thing..." Ratchet spoke, "You know it's all in your head, or at least most of it. And I also know that despite you trying to avoid it, you know deep down you don't want to waste the opportunity. 'Cause you know you may never have the chance again...
+"But here's the thing..." Ratchet spoke, "You know it's all in your head, or at least most of it. And I also known that despite you trying to avoid it; You know deep down you don't want to waste the opportunity. 'Cause you know you may never have the chance again..."
 
-"Many would beg for a chance like that. including myself..." Ratchet reached for his pocket, being glad that he still had this particular item inside Aphelion's glove box while he was taking the time off. From his personal items he took out what looked like a bronze pocketwatch. Moving it into Xelha's eyesight, he opened to reveal a picture neck to the now broken clock, of two male members of the furred hero's species; one of gray fur at the right and one of an orange yellowish tone similar to Ratchet's on the left.
+"Many would beg for a chance like that. including myself..." Ratchet reached for his pocket, being glad that he still had this particular item inside Aphelion's glove box while he was taking the time off. From his personal items he took down what looked like a bronze pocketwatch. Moving it into Xelha's eyesight, he opened to reveal a picture neck to the now broken clock, of two male members of furred hero's species; One of gray fur at the right and one of a orangey yellowish tone similar to Ratchet's on the left.
 
-"That guy over there on the left? That's my father, Kaden." Ratchet explained. "This is really all I have of him. Both him and my mom perished when I was just a baby. Can't even remember their voices, or my mother's face, or even the name they gave me..."
+"That guy over there on the left. That's my father, Kaden." Ratchet explained. "This is really all I have of him. Both him and my mom perished when I was just a baby. Can't even remember their voices, or my mother's face, or even the name they gave me..."
 
-He then pointed to the Lombax on the right, "That guy over there? That was my dad's best friend, Alister Azmuth. I was able to meet him, but he is also gone now. He had a good heart, but was so consumed to just turn back the clock, go back and fix his mistakes, that put everyone in danger. He couldn't see that we can't really dwell on the past, we can just try and make our future better..."
+He then pointed to the Lombax on the right, "That guy over there? That was my dad's best friend, Alister Azmuth. I was able to meet him but he is also gone now. He had a good heart but was so consumed to just turn back the clock, go back and fix his mistakes, that put everyone in danger. He couldn't see that we can't really dwell on the past, we can just try and make our future better..."
 
-Closing the pocketwatch, he looked at the blonde-haired woman directly. "Look, I can't really force you to go talk to your dad. And maybe things may go bad, or may go good. But you'll never know until you go for it. Otherwise you'll be forever kicking yourself for never taking that chance.
+Closing the pocketwatch he looked at the blonde-haired woman directly. "Look, I can't really force you to go talk to your dad. And maybe things may go bad, or may go good. But you'll never know until you go for it. Otherwise you'll be forever kicking yourself for never taking that chance."
 
-"I may never be able to see my parents...but I think I'd be a very bad friend if I let you deal with the same..."
+"I may be never able to see my parents...but I think I'd be a very bad friend if I let you deal with the same..."