It took us a week to recover from that mission. The Magnemite police were a little dubious about the good of not having any criminal left to apprehend, but it was good enough for the rest of us.
I was out for a while longer than Brookie and Buddy. While my injuries were only somewhat severe, the strain of my final attack was...worse. By what I heard from my dear friends after I awoke, the ground exploded into darkness and our enemies were dragged into the shadows. I do not wish to contemplate their fate, nor do I ever want to repeat the feat again.
Cresselia visited me while I was figuring out how to float again, and congratulated me again, this time for coming to terms with myself. It's a little awkward to be friends with someone you've been so vitriolically embroiled in hatred with, but she's very understanding, even to me. If I were that old Darkrai, I wouldn't have expected her kindness to extend so far, but the old Darkrai was an idiot, and we all know it. She still pokes fun at me about my old idiot self, but that's a given.
The next week I spent apologizing to the denizens of Treasure Town for the strife I had caused in my past life, and anybody else that I came across, now that I could clearly remember it. While certain forms of hostility didn't die out immediately (Diamond and Pearl still hold grudges against me, I believe), the acceptance I did gain was enough for me. Some balmy Staravia heard our story and weaved an incredibly romanticized version of it to share with the world, so that helped as well.
I've considered hiding away in my dark home before, while the townspeople glared at me behind my back, but it's much better now. Their hatred has waned with mine. I'm sure we will work this out in the end.
I have not been absolved of my crimes, but I am on the path to it. May we all live to our fullest for the rest of our lives.