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"You seem to be in brighter spirits than earlier." Internally, Necrozma cringed from that pun.

"Mmm." Necrozma's core rumbled. Was it... laughter? "I don't think I'll be putting that on my business card anytime soon." He paused. "Or buying business cards, for that matter." Did this world even have physical currency? "But more importantly, I sense an approaching presence. If this is who I...

"Weren't you the one saying you didn't need an uplifting story?" Necrozma tossed the light orb to himself. "You don't have to say anything encouraging. I suppose, like gifts, it's the thought that counts." Even if he wasn't necessarily worth said thoughts.

Necrozma pressed the light orb to his torso. A sizzling sound arose. "It's the curse of immortality. Mortals are thrilled by the idea... until they learn what it actually entails. Then it stops being so thrilling."

A sigh. "It was such a long time ago. Tens of thousands of years." Necrozma shrugged. "Contrary to the stories I'm hearing, there are no pokémon that can control time in my universe. It's not worth dwelling on anymore."

"Why do you think I was so skeptical of that 'hero's aura' drivel?" Necrozma crossed his arms. "I did what I felt had to be done." His core dimmed. "If you think me a monster, that's fine. I deserve it."

"Very well then." Tucking the light orb under his right arm, Necrozma leaned back against the sandy mound and crossed his arms. "You know Cabot? Well, on my planet, his kind does not exist." His core dimmed. "In the earliest years, pokémon were struggling to come to grips with their existence...

"A story?" Necrozma sighed. "I do not have any sort of uplifting tales to pass along. Are you sure you want to hear something from me?"

"Legendary pokémon?" Necrozma parroted. "That is... not a term I'm familiar with. And I've heard 'dialga' and 'palkia' brought up, but they are foreign terms to me."

"It seems like some of the folks here already knew Diyem," Necrozma continued. "Especially Owen." He tapped his index claws against the orb. "I find it so... curious that Diyem first chose to send Owen and only Owen to this world. Perhaps he was trying to replicate the past situations in this...

"I'm sure it's linked to Diyem." Necrozma pulled the orb back toward his core. "Even if he's not trying to sacrifice us to the looming threat facing this world, I do not believe his motives are altruistic. He is... definitely withholding crucial information from us." If he had a brow, this is...

"Actually... Maple claimed this was a test for something that involved the whole team." Necrozma passed the orb to his left hand and held it up. However, his larger statute put it well out of Cynthian's reach. "But taking this light in — how should I put this? — it burns. Like being struck by a...

Necrozma passed the ball between his hands. "Maple gave it to me. As it stands... this body cannot handle absorbing its contents at once. So I'm handling it like how one might handle a bowl of piping-hot soup or a scalding beverage. Small sips of light."

Silence. Then, "I find it's easier to shield a group equally when I'm disliked by everyone." He looked down at his light orb. "I only have so much power like this. Having biases toward certain people may effect my ability to help in a battle."

"Maple told me, yes. I... didn't think it appropriate to attend," Necrozma replied. In the intervening time between Seyka leaving and Cynthian arriving, he had formed a mound of sand and packed it with water to create a sandy slab he could lean against. He still cursed his stiff, lightless body...

Wrote 2000 words for Path of Valor. Also buying the NecrozmaUseless Lump and, per conversations with Namo, replacing Metal Claw with Morning Sun for free thanks to the changes to healing moves.

He watched Skarmory head off, but didn't take his gaze off the light orb. Him... leading? Unlikely. It had been far too long. He wasn't the leader type anymore. But, perhaps, with a bit of help, he could use what little light he had to protect those who were in a position to lead. Like that...

"If I just had more light..." Necrozma's voice trailed off and he stared into the orb. It looked like he wasn't going to be saying or doing much else.

Necrozma stayed silent. He bowed his head. Then, he whispered, "A world without trouble is a world where free will does not exist." He straightened up. "However, I believe this to be the type of the trouble that could imperil other worlds if it is not stopped. Like, say, the world you come from...

"I'm a psychic-type, not an ice-type." ... wow, did I really just make that joke? "In any case... are you not going to join the others for a meal?" He tilted to the left slightly. "I can't speak for your universe, but where I'm from skarmory still need to eat."