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"Hey." Cal motioned for him to come over. "Crazy how it's all almost over, isn't it?" she asked, turning her attention back to the ocean. "Soon, we'll be doing our last big fight, and then..."

Dill wasn't alone; sitting by the shoreline, where the cold water lapped at her ectoplasmic feet, was Cal. The Void Eterna Charizard, black and mostly see-through, looked behind her and noticed Dill. Her gold-ember eyes flared a little, which was apparently the way her kind tended to smile, and...

Nutmeg smiled slightly at that, looking at Pita, then back at Brisa. "He saved my life a few times, is all," she said. "Fighting as a pair... in a way that our spirits resonated with each other... It's why I'm still standing. Maybe some of that made it possible to fight as one even in battle..."...

"I-it's right on the way! It's... hard to carry two at once," The waiter said hastily, and just as he said this, indeed, the second curry bowl was incoming, though there was a worried look on the carrier as he seemed to be looking for a place to set it without bumping into other bowls. The other...

Incineroar stepped a little closer to see how it all turned out, through the indigo flames of Blue Flare and the shockwaves of every hit that Starr had landed. But this time, the outcome was clearer. Pita was barely hanging onto Nutmeg's back, held up only because of the way Nutmeg held out her...

Pita leaned forward once Starr had left herself open. "It isn't that you're weaker," he said, "it's that she was a little more open to us! And you're both strong when you're working as a team!" "Takes one to know one," Nutmeg went after Pita. "Because that's how fighting works here on Cibus...

Cream nodded. "Humans... For someone like you to do what you did here, I don't think you're as weak as you say. Not anymore. Maybe an echo of that will follow you..." She gave him a gentle smile, but then continued on with the interview.

"There it is," Nutmeg grunted. "Fuckin' burst attackers, I swear--" "They're open. Now or never," Pita said, tapping her shoulder. His movements felt stalled, but he could still get a few exchanges, only faltering slightly. "Let's go." "Which one do you think is gonna go on a last stand...

Cream giggled. "I really do take for granted what so many Pokemon are capable of, after hearing stories of what humans can and can't do. Still, they can do a great deal, can't they?" She nodded. "Your friends... I'm sure you'll find a way to make some later, hm?"

"They're both even stronger than when they started," Nutmeg said. "I think we need to blast through everything they've got." "Then let's do it..." "Damn, not enough," Nutmeg snarled. "I'll get through next time," Pita said, feeling his muscles limber up against. He landed on her back once...

...Ahem. I have some news that I would like to share. I am going to be going around to inspect everybody to be sure. I am confident that this was an extreme circumstance... and is not something repeatable. The world Bahamut came from is filled with distortions to the point where, when I tried...

There it was again, but this time for a different reason. There was that panicked look in Diyem's eyes for only a flash. "...We've gotten along." Eien giggled, being less talkative than usual, though the way she stroked his shoulder without thinking... "Unimportant to you," Diyem dismissed...

Diyem smirked. "As convenient as that would be, he is not connected to our telepathy."

Cream nodded. "I do hope some of that can be transferred your way," she said. "It sounds like you have a lot of fond memories here, though, to give you that kind of hope... What are you going to miss the most from here, do you think?"

Cream nodded. "Get better," she repeated slowly. "That seems to be a common trend for a lot of the heroes Dark Matter--er, Diyem had brought here, isn't it? In one way or another, something notable was happening in your home world..."

"The other Bahamut had worlds over his shoulders and very few others to bear it with him," Diyem said. "There is no telling what his full memories were like... You only got fragments of it. A distorted view. Even I recognize that perhaps the truth is better." He looked at Eien, briefly. "And...

Cream nodded and seemed to tread lightly. "Farewells won't be easy, will it?" she said. "I'm glad that you're all able to keep it together regardless... You know, about going home, actually... If there was one thing you could tell yourself back home, what would it be? A message, or a tale...

Diyem had one eye closed and he seemed to intentionally bite his tongue to cut some of whatever he was feeling, but he eased himself when Eien gently placed a skeletal claw on his shoulder. "Maybe indeed," Diyem said. "But you have a lot of time... and a family to help." He huffed. "Don't...

Diyem, meanwhile, was watching closely, as Bahamut's reaction would grant him insight on how the treatment should go. If Bahamut actually felt something from this... it would be a welcome development. It was possible, but Diyem simply didn't know. If Bahamut felt nothing, then it would not be...

And finally, a new, heaping bowl of curry arrived, just as rich and filled with extra bits and treats as Nate's was, only greater, more, truly a staple of excess and a flourishing civilization. It was set down on the table with a light thunk, and Starr was left to her new challenge. The steam...