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Bahamut sighed. "That's because we're dimensional counterparts. Both of us travelled to other planets to help them in times of crisis only to be chased away by people who feared our powers. And we both wed spouses bearing terrible curses. But Eternatus never stopped helping planets... and she...

"No." Bahamut hadn't moved from resting against his tail throughout all this. "Eternatus in my universe is more of... a seemingly-unstoppable force of nature. It has no thoughts or will of its own. If Mewtwo's mind is corrupted, there'll probably be a lot of shadows and a stormy vortex."

"I cannot say for certain," Bahamut replied. "We needed to delve into Owen's mind to remove the hex that was there."

"The Qliphoth is what is used to refer to Eternatus' realm." Bahamut's eyes turned a mix of pink and blue. And then Nate would find an image projected into his head. A neon cityscape, with buildings made exclusively of metal and crystal. No vegetation to be found anywhere, only bush-like and...

"Well, a decent psychic might be able to link him with Dark Matter enough to, I don't know, project his thoughts into the guys Voidlands or something." Bahamut wasn't really sure how else to explain it without getting needlessly technical. "Though from what everyone says about the guy, I...

Bahamut shrugged his upper wings. "Are you suggesting we get this Red involved, then?"

"Even if it was hectic last time, my thought was that Owen could try and appeal to the actual mewtwo, given he has some similar experiences." Bahamut tucked his head down, like he was thinking. "It clearly did something, because when Owen talked with Mewtwo, I started to sense an actual spirit...

"I suppose." Bahamut shrugged. "Beats leaving it there and risking it harming Dark Matter and, by extension, us." ... and now he was wondering if an immortal daemon of darkness could get indigestion.

"Hmm?" Bahamut had been looking at his badge when he was called. "Ah, right. Yes." He produced it from his bag with his tail and rolled it toward Nate. "I had brought it to Chip and Reshiram earlier wondering if they could modify it to overwrite an existing capture... but it doesn't seem...

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Bahamut hastily went through the front door and flew off. He wasn’t sure if he had come out of that with any new takeaways. <><><>

“Hello. I was just leaving.” Bahamut slithered toward the door.

“Yeah.” Bahamut glanced at the source of the light. “I guess I’ll leave you two alone.”

Bahamut shrugged. “I was too busy getting mauled by you to notice what he was doing.”

“I’ll put it on my calendar.” Which didn’t really exist, of course. But it wasn’t like he was doing much with his time.

"No." Bahamut folded his upper wings under his chin. "But thus far his ideas have managed to work out one way or another. Chances are he can improvise a solution to your situation, too."

"You probably should."

She wasn't going to finish that sentence and Bahamut knew it. "Well, he knows exactly what becomes of a necrozma who mettles on too many planets." Bahamut pointed at his head with an upper wing. "But I would think his brush with insanity would help him to open up to settling down." Red, blue...

"Nor do I think you should." Bahamut again turned away. "I spoke with the other eternatus. Told her that if she can be saved, that she should 'retire' from her current world-travelling gig." His head tendrils shrank. "Regardless your outcome, I'd recommend the same for you."

"Well, it could've been a symbiotic relationship." Bahamut curled his tail up to rest his head on it. "You know how shellder will bite slowpoke tails, leading to evolution? The shellder share their strength, making the newly-minted slowbro far more capable of protecting themselves. In exchange...

[S0urdough > Team Spectrum]: I doubt the flow of time is linear between dimensions. Otherwise, we'll all be returning home to find that we've been gone for months. I say it's perfectly possible that hundreds of years on a world like this amounts to days in whatever dimension Giovanni originated...