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Bahamut chuckled. "That's the beauty of mindscapes. Your power is only limited by your creativity and imagination. And how good you are at wielding those." His expression darkened. "But I don't believe it's manipulation. More like... parts of me were unintentionally cast aside."

"Jaded. Dysfunctional. Whatever you want to call it, the answer's probably yes." Bahamut lazily flicked gray embers off his tail. "The longer I'm here and the more I do things the team's way, the more it feels like... something happened with my psyche back home. Not in a 'growing jaded' sort of...

Bahamut grunted. "It's been so long that I don't even remember what satisfaction feels like."

"Which is exactly why I do not believe in these stupid Overseers," Bahamut growled. "Otherwise, they are at best useless and at worse woefully negligent to allow such lopsided distribution of good and bad fortune between dimensions."

“I find such notions far fetched.” Bahamut shook his head. “In my dimension, the presence of humans meant Pokémon never evolved beyond their primitive ways. Their thoughts were instinctual and they couldn’t articulate beyond simple grunts and growls.” He blew out a puff of silver embers. "Maybe...

“A bit. But it wasn’t exactly fun getting smacked around by Maple.” Bahamut crossed his legs. “Not that it matters anyway. The rest of the team probably had a bunch of big action protagonist moments, so they’ll all be focused on hugging things out or whatever.”

Bahamut frowned. "She is, undoubtedly, my dimensional counterpart. One who didn't let themselves get jaded after millennia of being chased away from planets. And one... whose cursed spouse is still alive." His head tendrils receded a bit. "Like Joule, she is wracked heavily by guilt for her...

"No one can answer that but you." Bahamut shrugged. "Though if I may offer a suggestion, you'll certainly need to reign in some of your more problematic siblings. Like the fake infernape and the freakish scyther with the human head. Their 'owners' have been their voices of reason, but once...

"Unfortunately, that was always inevitable with this assignment," Bahamut said. "I don't think, logistically, you could follow Owen if you wanted to. Even though he'd probably regard you the best out of everyone once we're all stripped of our memories. There don't seem to be any good solutions...

"Well, with the way everything's gone here, I would be quite surprised if anyone was actually entertaining having to deal with her that way," Bahamut said. Anyone besides me, that is. "There are plenty of people across plenty of worlds that have... conflicted feelings about parental matters...

Bahamut's tail twitched. "Is that... how you're describing Dark Matter and Owen?" He shook his head. "Not important. Plenty on this team have stewed in anger. Look at what happened after the last fight. Half a dozen in a tizzy over Soda and his stupid living substitutes." He waved a lower wing...

"Uh, sure?" Bahamut's left upper wing pointed at a brick chimney. What did she have to mope about? Him ordering her to hide in her stone the whole time? "Is something wrong?"

Oh, for pity's sake. "No." Bahamut made no effort to move from lying on his back. "I am recovering after spending... however long we were in the tree getting smacked around by Maple. Quiet is preferable to whatever squabbles and/or big emotional speeches the rest of the team is involved in."

<><><> Bahamut had gotten the bad news straight from Reshiram. His backup to Eternatus' backup was unfeasible. Pity. But not surprising, given he was "batting below five hundred" with his ideas in this world, as some humans would say. Frankly, Bahamut could've gone for striking a ball with a...

After leaving Destiny Tower, Bahamut heads to Chip's lab to locate him and (hopefully) his boss. He presents the poké ball that Nate gave him and explains that, in his dealings with his Team Rocket, they had poké balls capable of capturing pokémon that were already caught. He wants to know if...

Again, Bahamut frowned. "Even vaguely informing Dark Matter is going against Eternatus' wishes. She did not want anyone to know." He tilted his head up. "Besides, the team trusts Dark Matter more than they trust me. He can pass on what I tell him and they'll probably take it at face value...

“Right. Just, uh, let the team know they’re not going to be available for a bit.” Bahamut shrugged. “Just in case the adrenaline junkies try to schedule fights with them.” He looked around, as if wondering how to exit.

“That’s why I said for now. When they have adjusted to their new bodies, I will talk to Dark Matter.”

Bahamut sighed. “No, not yet. Discrete means discrete. If someone else on the team learns, Dark Matter can easily find out.”

"Yes. Apparently they just need to bed cosmic aliens with bad intervention habits," Bahamut deadpanned.