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Necrozma sighed. "I feel like there's a 'but' coming."

Necrozma looked up at the sky. "Mmm. It appears I need to be going. Miss Maple is expecting me." He turned away from Tricky. "Be careful out there. This town is fairly quiet, but I imagine there are some on this continent who'll try to advantage of your bright-eyed, bushy-tailed attitude."...

"If such a power wasn't possible in this world, then I wouldn't have been able to relearn the move from Xatu." Necrozma figured the reasoning made enough sense for even a youngster that didn't act her age like Tricky.

“In a manner of speaking.” Necrozma flexed his claws. “My light could work against diseases and other ailments.”

"An old move. I believe it's called Morning Sun." His core glistened at its mention. "I was always more of a healer than a fighter."

"There's a xatu here that can help us remember certain moves from our pasts. I took advantage of his talent," Necrozma explained. "Though I still feel too weak to use the move properly." He flexed his claws. "As for this world... I believe Diyem has a cruel sense of humor. That's all."

"'Here' meaning this world... or the marketplace? Specifics are important, you know." Stars above, it was like Io in his early years all over again. Only without the teleporting to random places.

"Right. Now, take that number and multiply it by a thousand and you're getting into the ballpark of how old I am," Necrozma said. "I am, by your standards, far beyond a 'geezer.' I'm a geezer's geezer's geezer's geezer's geezer's geezer." He kept a straight face through that whole sentence...

"You do know I'm psychic, right?" His body bristled with a pink aura. "I sense that you're about as careful as a tauros in a shop selling fine china." A pause, then, "Just how young are you, anyway? You strike me as a child."

A sigh. "I'm... not sure that's in your best interest. All my friends back home died because of my uselessness." Necrozma looked at his right hand. "You still have a long life ahead. I'd hate to see anything happen to you."

"You had no way of knowing short of me telling you." Necrozma crossed his arms. "I know you're not the same one, yet it's hard to stop the memories from boiling up looking at you." A few trace sparks danced around his core. "Surely you've encountered someone you've hated in your life, no?"

"Nngh." So, they were really committed to this? He had to stay calm. They were on the same side. She wasn't the same. She wasn't from his world. She didn't recognize him. And she sounded too... young. But he couldn't shake the memories. The wall of fire. The sun-shaped silhouette disappearing...

"The sun is lovely. I enjoy its light. Its warmth." Necrozma's core pulsated like a beating heart. "As for the team... there were rumblings of meeting at the guild. I chose not to go. Didn't want things too crowded."

Much as Xatu had done throughout their short exchange, Necrozma was looking up into the sun when he sensed that familiar aura approached. The red and orange triangles in his core glowed a bit brighter than normal. In his mind's eye, all he saw was a wall of flames and his outstretched, trembling...

"Mmm. Well, different world, different rules." Necrozma backed away from the tent. "See you around." And he floated away. <><><>

Necrozma was at the dojo for a few hours before he wandered toward the marketplace. <><><>

The moment Xatu said it, Necrozma’s core slurped up the light ball with an audible schlorp. The red and orange triangles sparked. “I see.” He looked at his arms. “Yes, I feel something familiar. From a better time.” Necrozma bowed to Xatu. “Thank you for the assistance.”

“I was not able to save the people most important to me back home. That’s all.” Necrozma squeezed the light ball. “Any other questions?”

“I did.” Necrozma looked at his right hand. “I’ve seen how drained the most basic attacks leave us. Healing a few people at once would be difficult. Possibly take me out of the fight. But, for someone as useless as me, it’s a necessary sacrifice.”

“It requires the other three elements: endurance to withstand your enemies’ blows, stamina to draw upon healing energy, and metal fortitude to patch wounds up.” Necrozma looked at the orb. “I tried to meditate and reclaim the power, but it didn’t work.”