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And the trap snares shut. Bahamut wasn't going to press the matter. He knew that kind of reaction. He'd seen it so many times on Sages who had been trying to hide relationships from him like he was going to invoke some harsh judgement or strip them of their titles. It was good intel, however...

Nero tilted his head. He had... several questions, to be honest. "Do I... do I want to know why there are multiple of him?" "Probably not." "Oh, hush." Nero whispered to himself. "In any case, I'm good on cookies. It's like they say: 'A minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.'"

"Pretty, huh?" Bahamut said. "I wonder if, given that your appearance is rather piecemeal, Maple looks as though she has several elements of other pokémon." He chuckled into an upper wing. "I could see it. If that's the case, you two might've made for a cute couple if Joule didn't exist."

"I'm not sure if I buy that." Bahamut tapped his chin in thought. "Her disguise has momentarily faltered during some of our fights. I'm pretty sure most of the team is well aware that she's in a disguise of sorts."

"A shame no one can just... take him closer to the sun. That always worked for me back home."

"So this world has a barter system? Fascinating." Bahamut tapped his chin. "I wonder if people would offer goods and services in exchange for phototherapy?" It wasn't entirely clear if Bahamut was serious.

Bahamut smirked. "I'd put money on the one corrupted by Eternatus." He pointed to his head. "Of course, I don't have any money. But the point stands." He coughed into his wing. "By the way, your cheerful demeanor might help break the news to Maple of how high her tab has gotten in Destiny...

Bahamut laughed. He reached into his back and tossed what appeared to be a few gummis to Potluck. "Bless your heart, puppy, but that's a losing battle. Whatever you do will just be undone. Believe me. No matter what I've tried, my body has stitched itself back together."

Bahamut's nearest head tendril frazzled. "Err, please be careful over there. I'm not what you'd call good for petting."

"Truth or dare?" Nero looked at the door, then who was present. "Uh, I s'pose?" "Are you asking them or telling them? Show some conviction! You've got ideals flowing through you!" Thanks, Zekrom, Nero deadpanned, sitting on his haunches.

Having had the other chimera run off on him, a dejected Nero wandered back into town looking for something to do. He sensed a lot of the people who had shown up with him and chosen to gather in one particular building and followed their energy signatures until he found them all sitting around...

Bahamut's eyes were no longer rollable in his current form. Such platitudes were empty for him. "A nice thought, but there will be no happy ending for yours truly, no matter what happens. My wife and son will still be dead. My body will still be broken and cursed with immortality it should never...

“... I wish I could believe that. But that’s a very tall order.” Bahamut projected purple light over Potluck’s head. “The Voidlands that half our team was trapped in? That’s practically home.”

“It’s a nice thought, but in a matter of months Etherium will be no more and Eternatus will again be free to destroy whatever planets it feels like.”

“Well, that’s easy to say when you’re going to remember what happens here.” Bahamut sighed. “I will not. When all is said and done I go back to being a killer who believes his actions are for the greater good.”

"We come from very different places, then," Bahamut said. "I spent millennia wandering the universe, looking for a home. I thought helping the denizens would endear me to them." He looked toward the tree. "Never happened. Either I was called a monster and chased off by a mob... or they would try...

"I was talking about me. Mismatched or not... you're like a little puppy. I bet your hind leg kicks at the air when someone rubs your belly."

"You don't think I'm scary?" A beat passed. "Well, you're around Joule, so that would probably make you a bit biased. But people generally don't want to befriend monstrous killers."

"That so?" Bahamut didn't buy it, but he wasn't about to try and smash a brick wall with an Iron Head. He just kept scratching at Potluck's ear. "It's not very fun, is it? Going to other worlds. Thinking you're making a difference for them. But when you try to extend a limb in friendship, you're...

"... except for you," Bahamut said. "You've yet to find a world you like? Or are there, perhaps, other reasons keeping you around?"