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“It’s ridiculous, is what it is.” He looked at the empty bowl. “Some of our teammates really aspired to beat this? Don’t they realize they can get sick overeating?”

"Look at me." Bahamut pointed at his face. "I do not have taste buds."

Bahamut was unsure why he let Owen pester him into this ridiculous farce. He couldn't even taste the food in question for pity's sake. The curry would hit the light underneath his beak and... vanish. And this continued for every spoonful he took. Eventually when the bowl was at a reasonable...

In the stands, a certain shade shook its head, frowning. "How disappointing. A defeat would have left a bitter sting upon their hearts... forcing them to work harder. To shine even brighter amongst Spectrum." Its head crest fanned out. "But a victory by the narrowest of margins? That only...

“It has little to do with the mind,” Bahamut said. “It’s an old technique I learned for alleviating tension in muscles and joints.” Ironic, of course, since Bahamut had neither. “Relaxing the body can relax the mind.”

“Yes. Or you can accept this invitation for tomorrow.” He gestured to Brisa. “I think fire-types greatly enjoy hot stone therapy.”

“Which reminds me.” Bahamut looked Diyem in the eye. “We need to talk strategy soon. While we can pass shadows between one another, we’re lacking a steady source of radiance. This needs to be amended.”

“I can communicate with Soda mentally, yes.” Bahamut tucked his head. “There are a number of techniques I can try. Might need some help from Joule, but they should be possible.”

“There is another possibility.” Bahamut crossed his wings. “Someone with an iron will can force the person in question to their mindscape and work within those rules. I have regrettably had to do such things in the past.” He shook his head. “But it is not something we need to make a final...

“Regardless, we now have tangible proof that these blocks can be removed.” Bahamut slowly regained his light. “Which means we can do the same thing to these Soda clones.”

"Right." Bahamut turned away. "Well, I'll leave you to... rediscover yourself? Yeah, something like that." His hands sparked with distorted energy and he was gone in a flash.

Humming, Bahamut crossed his arms. "So, the shade actually had a point." There was disbelief in his voice. "That thing is pursuing power. Owen must've factored into it. And perhaps that means Soda does, too."

Bahamut's shade approaches Joule and asks how to procure a steady source of radiance for the upcoming fight. He explains Bahamut's Brilliant Beacon and how it requires radiance from others. He wants to know who is strong enough to approach the Tree with the team and offer such power.

"Ah, yes. I heard about the tree... thing." Bahamut scratched his head. "I guess I can always offer some tips on photosynthesis."

Bahamut watched the display, tilting slightly clockwise. "... you know, if you ever want to retire to a quieter life, I'm sure you could have a booming career in pyrotechnics."

Bahamut raised his arm and sent soft Morning Sun light over Brisa and Dave. “If you need someone to maintain direct contact with this thing, my mind is messed up enough that it can’t faze me.”

Bahamut drove Shining Blades into the creature. "Get away from him!"

Bahamut nodded. "But of course."

“They came precisely because they care.” Bahamut gestured at them. “For all your past issues with control, you’ve touched quite a few people here. You have friends. Genuine friends.”

“You like those comics and heroic tales, do you not?” Bahamut pointed his hand up and fired his signal: a Photon Geyser. “How do you feel about parts where heroes recognize the power their friends provide them?”