The body of who had been called Sparktail had been broken, torn apart by the powerful dissolver agent, eaten away to become nutrition for the proud beast Shadow was. Or rather, this was the end he would have reached had the mystical, ancient powers that were those of the mew not decided to go against the circle of life. A fraction of this ancient power was all it took for a new body to raise from the ashes. Every particle destined to feed the umbreon were teleported to a new position, fusing together once again in a quick organized pattern to shape into a pikachu. Whereas his initial transformation from human into a pikachu had taken twelve hours, this took only a few seconds. This was all the time needed to destroy rules nature had taken million of years to set up.<br/><br/>As the final atom obtained it's original position, the complex group of molecules was set in motion again, the spark of life once again resting inside the formerly lifeless pikachu, who was now laying unconscious in the grass. Oxygen penetrated his lungs, blood transported this potion of life into his brain and his neurons started to interpret information and to act upon them, birthing new conscious thoughts.<br/><br/>While it could be arguable to state this was the same rodent or maybe a clone with the same personality and memories, philosophical debates like this hadn't even slightly scratched the surface of his internal fort. The last thing the mouse could remember was being digested inside a predator and dying, all of this while being pleasured. The first and last idea didn't make sense when together in the same sentence, and the one in the middle couldn't be possible at all if he was still alive, breathing and more importantly not constrained by any tight wall of flesh. Whatever had happened to him, it wasn't inside acceptable physical norms his body could conceive.<br/><br/>Sitting up in the grass and looking around, the confused rodent slowly put together the pieces of the puzzle as he examined everybody around him. There was this umbreon, the one who had wanted to eat him. Next to him was the mew, this damned beast of power that had the power to... reform him? Was it what had happened?<br/><br/>Smiling inwardly, he gave a glance to his squirrel friend, who was eating that apple again, looking completely focused on eating it. "So... it had really happened..." he told himself, his thinking interrupted by the newcomer speaking, the mew first, then the umbreon. Politely, he gave his best to give them the answers they were looking for, one request at a time.<br/><br/>First, the pink cat’s question. How he had liked it? The question he could have asked as a reply would have been "What exactly are you talking about?", but he had a good idea of what it could be about. He was asking about how he had liked to be eaten. This creature was certainly playing with him, forcing him to admit what the mew probably already knew. Even though he was tempted to say the contrary only to annoy him, he didn't have the focus to create a complicated lie, so the truth would have to be said. "It had been the greatest feeling of pleasure I ever experienced." He started with, looking more specifically at Ultima. "I don't know why exactly, but I wanted to be eaten like this, to be controlled by something more powerful than I. It was... exciting."<br/><br/>This having been told, he slightly turned his head to look at the dark creature. His ears lowered themselves a bit as he did so, remembering what he just had said. Eating human child and without Ultima around? This could only mean he... killed a child! Getting upset, Sparktail narrowed his eyes at him. "Yes, I was human, but... that's not the point. You killed an innocent child! I swear, if this wasn't done against your will, I will... argh!"