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Bahamut's nearest head tendril frazzled. "Err, please be careful over there. I'm not what you'd call good for petting."

"Truth or dare?" Nero looked at the door, then who was present. "Uh, I s'pose?" "Are you asking them or telling them? Show some conviction! You've got ideals flowing through you!" Thanks, Zekrom, Nero deadpanned, sitting on his haunches.

Having had the other chimera run off on him, a dejected Nero wandered back into town looking for something to do. He sensed a lot of the people who had shown up with him and chosen to gather in one particular building and followed their energy signatures until he found them all sitting around...

Bahamut's eyes were no longer rollable in his current form. Such platitudes were empty for him. "A nice thought, but there will be no happy ending for yours truly, no matter what happens. My wife and son will still be dead. My body will still be broken and cursed with immortality it should never...

“... I wish I could believe that. But that’s a very tall order.” Bahamut projected purple light over Potluck’s head. “The Voidlands that half our team was trapped in? That’s practically home.”

“It’s a nice thought, but in a matter of months Etherium will be no more and Eternatus will again be free to destroy whatever planets it feels like.”

“Well, that’s easy to say when you’re going to remember what happens here.” Bahamut sighed. “I will not. When all is said and done I go back to being a killer who believes his actions are for the greater good.”

"We come from very different places, then," Bahamut said. "I spent millennia wandering the universe, looking for a home. I thought helping the denizens would endear me to them." He looked toward the tree. "Never happened. Either I was called a monster and chased off by a mob... or they would try...

"I was talking about me. Mismatched or not... you're like a little puppy. I bet your hind leg kicks at the air when someone rubs your belly."

"You don't think I'm scary?" A beat passed. "Well, you're around Joule, so that would probably make you a bit biased. But people generally don't want to befriend monstrous killers."

"That so?" Bahamut didn't buy it, but he wasn't about to try and smash a brick wall with an Iron Head. He just kept scratching at Potluck's ear. "It's not very fun, is it? Going to other worlds. Thinking you're making a difference for them. But when you try to extend a limb in friendship, you're...

"... except for you," Bahamut said. "You've yet to find a world you like? Or are there, perhaps, other reasons keeping you around?"

"So we share the same curse, then." Bahamut scratched behind one of Potluck's ears. Surprisingly soft. He must've used good conditioner. "But wait... what do you mean by 'the longest?' Had they only just started to make the team?"

Created wrong, huh? Perhaps the same could have been said for that infernal Dark Omen. Anyone saying Eternatus offered salvation was clearly wrong in every way, shape, and form. ... perhaps the same could've been said of him. Bahamut reached his wing over and pet Potluck. "It doesn't matter...

Bahamut did his best to keep a straight expression. "A helmet? Why would you need a helmet?"

Potluck must've thought Bahamut senile. "Your lying skills could use a bit of work, little one. There's little you can say I haven't heard before. Comes with being old."

That pun was groan-inducing but somehow Bahamut managed to avoid reacting that way. "Uh-huh. So, how did you saddle up with this group anyway? I heard rumblings your team's as much a ragtag group as ours is."

"You're welcome." It was a brief, polite answer. "You seem to be the only member of your team who's rather cheerful about your bosses. You the team mascot?"

Still lying on his side, Bahamut looked at Potluck. He hadn't really been in a small group with the... whatever he was. And the first thing that came to mind was the helmeted variant skulking around back on Etherium. The stark, raving lunatic espousing his love for Eternatus and trying to get...

Bahamut raised a wing to wave it half-heartedly. "Be sure to sweep up the guild. Heaven knows the lovesick kitties and their third wheel ninetales will shed all over the place rolling around together."