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"I'm not sure," Polaris replied. "Freedom doesn't even have a taste. It's not a food or anything. But you asked what I remembered, and that's the first thing that popped into my head." He paused. "Actually, it was the only thing."

Polaris scrunched his face up. “The only thing that comes to mind is… the taste of freedom.”

Nero tilted his head. He got the sense a "You too" wouldn't work in this context. "Have fun napping or something." He waved a foreleg, then trotted off in search of something new to do. <><><>

"I heard about it from some humans I helped once." Nero glanced at one of the house roofs. "The law of conservation of energy... or something like that. You convert energy into different forms, but that energy isn't just conjured out of nothing and it doesn't get destroyed."

"It's not like I'm a fan of it, either." Nero shook his head. "But I would think a human would understand. If I didn't have all the energy I do... it'd still have to go somewhere. Better it be contained than run out of control." He gestured down the street with a foreleg. "I mean, if this Cibus...

Nero's head crest drooped. "No. There's a chance something bad could happen to me, too. That's why I'd rather not use these kinds of things. I'd rather stick to more... conventional attacks."

"The guy he took the form and powers from wanted to destroy every universe," Nero flatly responded.

"Huh? Uhh..." Polaris blinked a few times. "I'm not really sure what you mean. I don't really remember too much aside from waking in the middle of that big storm Eien had conjured up. Bahamut was there... and nobody else. And I know I look like his dead son but, uh, eternafied. I don't think...

"We only intervene with the kind of emergencies that would threaten multiple linked worlds," Nero responded. "Which doesn't happen very often. So, mostly we're on the lookout for people who fall through dimensional rifts and get displaced from their homes and stuff."

Nero thought he heard a bit of sarcasm in there. "Well, uh, be careful what you wish for. With great power comes great insanity."

"I mean... we're friends." Nero looked down. "This was a one-time thing." He traced a talon through the dirt. "I mean... you humans have super rare diseases, right? If someone close to you was a victim of a rare circumstance, wouldn't you want to do everything you could to help them?"

“No. He’s a strange case. Complicated case.”

"Uh, no. I blew up." Nero looked around nervously. "Then I got put back together by the necrozma I mentioned."

Nero frowned. "I, uh, had a kill switch in me originally. So, I think that's a no."

"Yeah." Nero beamed. "Well, it's more like firing little air currents from my feet. But it sounds more fun the first way."

“Walking and running on air,” Nero chirped.

“Yeah. They used existing Pokémon as framework.” He leaned over and his ears twitch. “Like my ears are sonar like a noivern’s to hear great distances and filter out background noise.”

"These are unown themselves." Nero looked skyward. "Bahamut told me about what happened on the moon. Individually, unown might be one of the weakest pokémon in existence. Together, they are hive minds. Their psychic powers can pool together to transform themselves and their surroundings." He...

"You can't turn a spirit into inorganic matter. You can turn organic energy into other organic energy or inorganic matter to other inorganic matter." Nero traced various symbols on the ground with arrows in between them. "It's like, you can't make a person into ice cream. That's not alchemy...

"Uhhh..." Nero's cheek bolts shifted colors asynchronously. "I mean, like, have you seen any souls on Cibus? They're tangible. They have forms. Energy. My Earth is the same way. And if it has energy, then it can be manipulated." He looked at Dave. "How do you edit genes and whatnot? It's going...