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A bitter laugh rumbled in Necrozma's core. "Nobody's backing out. It was Diyem that sent us here. We have no way to return home. And who's to say he can actually send us back, anyway? For all we know, we signed up for a one-way trip." He looked around. "At least... this new home is nicer than...

"... no. What we are looking at is the calm preceding the storm." Necrozma tapped a claw against his temple. "Perhaps we can withstand its onslaught. But to do so... we most follow one another and ignore the words of Diyem. There was good coordination against the magikarp, but there are rifts...

Necrozma's core sparked. Black energy crackled around it, in turn drawing white wisps from his light orb. "You would do best to keep thoughts like that to yourself. It is no inevitability. And I, like so many others, have suffered at its hands." He stared into the light orb. "Though someone as...

"You speak as if World Ender has thoughts. Logic." Necrozma was incapable of glowering without eyes, but he would if he could. And he wasn't going to acknowledge the hero bit. That was a lie spun by Diyem. "It does not think. Only acts. It is a titanic daemon that puts out limitless energy...

"I'm given to understand the reason was to destroy the world and kill everyone on it." Necrozma tapped the light ball with his claws. "There was... something more to the motive. It's not like the daemon in my universe, who destroys worlds for no reason other than the fact that it is capable of...

"Sunlight is sufficient. But it is a slower process." He looked skyward. "After all, the light has to travel a great distance to reach the planet." Necrozma's core flickered. "It makes all that stuff about Dark Matter dragging this planet toward the sun sound... very odd. It would be delightful...

"This form I'm in now... is incredibly painful. I'm leaking energy— precious light." He squeezed the orb. "This gives me light. Minimizes the pain. Else I'd be more likely to lash out and attack." Did that explanation even make sense? He could try rephrasing it. "Imagine that, rather than...

Skarmory wanted to bury himself in sand? "Hmm. I've heard of people meditating to grow closer with the earth... but that strikes me as a bit too literal." He looked at the light orb. "And I can't set I— err, Miss Maple wants me to continue to hold this." Necrozma raised his right hand. "Though I...

Necrozma pivoted. "This is just a ball of light. I can't start a fire with it." He looked toward the ground. "Not that you could make much of a fire against sand and water." He paused. "Did you need me for something?"

Despite their blindness to its presence, Jelly was with the God Squad now. There wasn't much Necrozma could do about that. He remembered hearing about a lunch, but that just weighed him down further. Stars above, he missed having a mouth. Not that he could really taste things in his true form...

Necrozma handed the jar over. "Err, if you can't see it, should you have one of my teammates study it with you?" He glanced around the room. "Perhaps that charmander... Owen? He was babbling nonsensically throughout the fight with the magikarp. I think he likes observing things just a bit too...

"Absolutely." Necrozma levitated the jar over, though it took quite a bit of effort. "If you can't see the little creature, then it is all the more worth investigating." He popped the lid off the jar. "After all, you claimed your attacks could do nothing to the magikarp. Now, there's a creature...

“Hold on.” Necrozma held his hands up, one still clutching the light orb. “Whatever this little thing is, we shouldn’t destroy it. We should capture and study it! That way, we know what to do if we find similar creatures.” He turned to Maple. “Can you get a jar with a lid?”

Necrozma followed her through to the Bluff, unprepared for what awaited him.

"Sharpedo Bluff?" Necrozma looked at Maple. "How far away is that? Oh, wait, I suppose it doesn't matter with your wormh— I mean portals." He was only very much salty.

"I think that would be for the best. Maybe you'll get him to be more honest about his role in all of this." Necrozma's shoulders sagged. After some silence passed, he looked around. "Say, is it just me, or does it seem awfully quiet in this building? Did everyone leave?"

"He has some sort of mental link with us and listens in on our words and thoughts." Necrozma squeezed the light orb again. "He does not appear to be listening at this moment. He got very upset that I told you this." His core brightened further. "For what it's worth, despite not being here, he's...

"... mmm. Perhaps he is either directly or indirectly responsible for what's plaguing this world." Necrozma concentrated on the light. His arms brightened, as did his core. "And rather than coming clean and owning up to his mistake, he sent us in to try and clean up his mess."

You have no one but yourself and your own dishonesty to blame, Necrozma telepathically sneered. Had he actually been there in person, perhaps he could've intervened against Necrozma. But as it stood, Necrozma intended to take full advantage of the countless light years separating them...

“We were struck by black lightning... from a charizard clearly hiding the true extent of his aura like you are.” Necrozma squeezed the light orb. “I can tell from your body language that you do not trust us. I wouldn’t either. However, I genuinely believe my teammates do not mean harm. They were...