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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...

"Wh-ah! they aren't... stopping at all, are they?!" Nutmeg grunted, finding herself on one knee only briefly. She beat her wings to stand back up, then sped forward, but Pita was faster. But Nutmeg's flight pattern seemed to be changing. She suddenly swerved toward Pita, who jumped high into...

Cream nodded. "The bonds you've formed with them all must be invaluable," she said. "Are there any of them that you're particularly close with? Seems you all fight very well in battle..."

"Of course I don't mind," Cream replied with a giggle. "This shouldn't be too long. Thanks for taking the time out of your day for this, Shiron..." She began with some pleasantries and basic questions that most interviews went for, sounding both curious and interested in the answers. "Seems...

Looks like they're getting set up, Nutmeg said with a glance.. Like they always do, Pita's eyes replied back. Pita was the parallel to Shield. That probably meant he wasn't very good at offense and focused on defense. "Damn, they're tough!" Nutmeg said. "So much for taking advantage of...

"Ah, there you are," Cream said with a friendly wave. The Luxray was sitting in one of the private study rooms--must have made a reservation--and motioned for Shiron to take a seat. "You and the rest of Team Spectrum are quite well known, now, you know. What better time than to get an interview!"

"You do," Diyem said flatly. "I only assumed it was because you were of my domain, but it goes beyond that. But it is still something that can be treated. First, a diagnosis, then." Diyem grumbled, looking through his badge. He seemed to be searching for something, grumbling. "Here. Read this."...

"So you have," Diyem hummed, nodding. "Sounds to me like you were so convinced that everything was in order that you didn't check," Eien remarked. "Though... these are rare circumstances, even for us." Diyem glanced at Nero, frowning. "It doesn't matter what you do," Diyem said to Bahamut...

Diyem paced, making a low, rumbling sound from the back of his throat. Thinking. That was probably his thinking noise. "You've... never been to my Voidlands before, have you?" Diyem said slowly. "Perhaps if you'd gone there, I would have noticed this sooner..." Pacing continued. "This must...

"Now, that's not true at all," Eien said, frowning. "I can't speak much for myself... but people really do appreciate you, Bahamut. Ohh, it really is like talking to Diyem when he was younger, isn't it...?" "You may not have lived that life, but you still hold those memories," Diyem said. "You...

Diyem frowned, unsure how to answer. He looked at Eien next, then at Bahamut. "You... will not," he said. "But... you do not have a universe to return to. You were... That can't be, I... No. It must be. After what I have seen, it must be. And it explains a great deal..." His scaly brow furrowed...

It was the same; Brisa would feel like Diyem was standing in front of her, sorting through a bookshelf, except she was the bookshelf. Thankfully, it did not look like he could write in any of them, only look at it. Brisa would also feel a sense of frantic panic from Diyem that he only slightly...