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"Badges that... communicate?" It must've been some sort of technology in this world. "Right." He grasped the light orb with his other hand. Both arms trembled slightly, but light still funneled into his core. "You're the 'supervisor' for your team, so to speak, and you're here working on the...

Necrozma grasped the orb. His core immediately glowed brighter, but he wasn't fond of the heat spreading down his right arm. "This feels like... I'm clutching a slugma's body."

"I wasn't spawned from nothing." He dug his claws into the light and, like a sliced citrus fruit leaking juice, light trickled down his hand. "I witnessed the end of my creation as I was gaining sentience. A giant star grew close to a dwarf star. It erupted in a supernova and the dwarf star...

"It just... doesn't make any sense. It defies nature itself." Necrozma took the sphere of light in his right hand. "The only creature I know of that is capable of producing something from nothing is World Ender. And, even then, it does not create matter. Merely energy." His core's triangles...

"You want to test something?" Necrozma looked into his right hand. "Fine. But such gestures are two-way streets. I would ask something in return." He stuck out his right arm. "I'm not going to do any digging this time. I just want to understand something about this Arceus character. Did he...

The week had been... quiet. Perhaps that was for the best. While his teammates had slept and rarely left their living quarters, Necrozma didn't want to stay in those dark, barren rooms. Besides, his awkward body structure wasn't well-suited to lying down. He'd propped himself up against the side...

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Sighing, Necrozma floated toward the door. "There is no rest for someone like me."

“Isn’t there a chance the child’s illness will progress?” Necrozma tapped his claws together in thought. “They might turn out like the magikarp if no one can do anything.”

Necrozma compared Maple's statements with Cynthian's startled reaction. "It sounds like... there's more than one of these Dark Matter daemons." He looked into his right hand. "Perhaps a Dark Matter from an alternate world sensed the lack of its counterpart and chose to strike? Maybe we're...

"You are... not fazed by my appearance either." It was, again, an observation. "I take it that everyone who works for Maple knows about my so-called 'kind?'"

"It's nothing." He waved Jaro off. "A psychic-type thing. You wouldn't understand." Necrozma couldn't bring himself to look at Potluck, but addressed him anyway. "You there. Silvally. Are you with Truffle and Maple? Why weren't you helping with the rampaging magikarp?"

"Excuse me? You're... a pokémon?" Necrozma crossed his arms. "But you... your aura... nrrgh. It's like someone mashed everything together." He gripped his head. He was clearly in pain.

"He says this after fighting a giant gyarados?" Necrozma scoffed, though he wasn't sure anyone was listening to him.

Having come in from the investigation, Necrozma was not prepared for the sight awaiting him in the dojo. Gesturing to the blanket fort, he loudly proclaimed, "Whose lost child is this?" despite not knowing what was actually under the blankets.

"Familiar." Stars above, was he tired of hearing that. If he just had his real power... he could make people take him seriously. Instead, everyone was looking at him like he was a cranky elder that had been woken from a nap too early. Though, perhaps, that's all someone like me really deserves...

"I don't like you picking them up like that," Necrozma growled. "If they have an energy-draining aura, who's to say they're not draining your life force as we speak? Don't let your powers get siphoned. Some of us would kill to have them."

Again he was ignored. How frustrating. Did this smeargle really think she could casually toss around that power — no, his power — and brush him aside? Still, his complaints faded upon discovery of the stones. "I... do not think these are simple stones." His multicolored triangles flickered...

Necrozma had lived far too long to fall for such an obvious sidestep of his question. And that look she was giving him. "You didn't answer me, you know." His core flickered. "But I'm sensing... something faint. From upstream, perhaps?" He waved his right arm in front of him.

Necrozma tried. He tried so, so hard to hold it in. But he couldn't. It had to be said. "How can a smeargle carve a portal through space like that? That's something—" He stopped. Necrozma looked at his right hand. "If only I wasn't so worthless..."