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Bahamut grabbed a dead tree branch with his tail and twisted it around until it resembled the eight-pointed star branded on the back of his head. He held it up in front of Owen. "I don't have any holy water, so this'll have to do. You better not pass whatever germs turned you into a cosmic...

Bahamut just stared. "Please don't tell me getting eaten by giant daemons is something you're secretly into."

"Go live inside Eternatus and then come back and talk to me," Bahamut muttered.

"Didn't forget. Sorry." Nero laughed nervously. "But I have thousands of sets of memories running around in my head, so it kind of... got compartmentalized until it became relevant." He looked to the side and mumbled, "Didn't expect to need it to be relevant again, but that's life."

"Congratulations, then." Nero's tail wagged. "Seems like you got your head fastened on straight, then. Hope you remember these lessons when you end up departing Cibus."

Nero didn't look particularly impressed. "Is this your way of telling me you're actually grumpy and distant? Because there's always room for change. Even the silly Diyems have their respective Eiens. If they can find love and acceptance, anyone can. That's an undisputed fact."

Bahamut’s eyes narrowed. “Then make them real or something. You speak of power I am completely unfamiliar with. I can’t help much with that.”

“Maybe you should just travel to another planet and seal the power there,” Bahamut deadpanned.

“If that power is so incredible, couldn’t you put an impenetrable barrier on it or something? Or send it to another planet entirely?”

“It turned you into a gardener?” Bahamut narrowed his eyes. “If this situation is really that important to you you might have to take one for the team. Even if it turns you into a giant piece of shrubbery.”

"And you can't transfer it to something inert? Or, again, release it into, say, the planet itself allow it to disperse into nature?" Bahamut shook his head. "This is why I hate this 'divine power' business."

"Then get rid of it," Bahamut said, a bit sharper. He rose up higher. "Where there is power, there is always a means of dispelling it. Look at the Blacklight. When people are swarming with too much of that energy, they fire it off with that burst move. Why can't you do something similar? Or find...

Bahamut frowned. "Then if such things truly can't work you need to forcibly show them why you're right. Or find a way to make it so that they do not have power that can rival yours any longer." His expression darkened. "You know if it was me I would kill them and take their power for myself."

Bahamut sat up. "Have you considered locking yourselves away somewhere until you can break the stalemate? That way you aren't getting innocents caught in the crossfire?"

"Enemies?" Bahamut rubbed his beak. "I think that depends on what it is you're in opposition over. The fact that you're tiptoeing around it with such vague statements suggests it's not some mere dispute but something with significant weight behind it. If you're both leaders, then that suggests...

Bahamut flicked a lower wing. "Fire away." He paused. "No pun intended."

Bahamut propped his head against an upper wing. "I'm not sure you want my brand of motivation, Altowen. It would turn you slightly more bitter, like him." He pointed to the other Owen.

Always pressing. Always prodding. Stars, Owen could be so infuriating like that. "My wife... was the Archbishop of Eternatus. She oversaw all the daemons that harassed those souls sealed within the Qliphoth. But she had a change of heart and fled Eternatus. She was attacked and crash-landed on...

"Move things forward logically?" Bahamut blew golden embers. "The 'logical' step forward is destroying Eternatus, even if Etherium ends up a casualty as a result. And if it does, then like with all the other times I've tried to 'help,' there'll just be emptiness, not happiness."

"Things were a blur when Eternatus broke me and I lost my family," Bahamut muttered. "If something happened, I wouldn't have the foggiest idea what."