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"Well, it's inevitable I will return," Bahamut said. "Arceus wouldn't kill me. We're probably going to rescue Dork—" He stopped and mentally cursed Esper. "Sorry, Dark Matter, so everyone will safely return to their bodies if the worst happens." He sighed. "Whether I like it or not, the fight...

"I don't fight in this world." Bahamut yawned, releasing lovely cat breath into the room. Fishy. "All I do is heal. Or poke an enemy barrier."

"Calm down. I doubt anyone here's about to drop dead." Pink lines rippled through Nero's head crest and tail. "I don't sense any hostile auras around he—" "... mew!" There was an audible pop. A mew flopped down on Nero's back. He visibly winced. "Err... yeah. Don't sense any danger."

Name: Mew Species: Take a guess :P Appearance: Personality: Whimsical. Takes nothing seriously. Chaotic dumbass energy. Story: ??? Secret: [shrug emoji] Items: steals yours :^) Pain: [pokes your eyeball because they can]

"Then that's the difference. You believe you still have something to fight for." Bahamut folded his arms into his torso. "Tangible things. Whereas I... only have the possibility that things might improve if I somehow succeeded. A hypothetical is a hard thing to have hope over when such ideals...

"Ever the optimist, aren't you?" Bahamut clicked his tongue. "Exactly what happened to you back in your world to make you so perpetually optimistic?"

"No. However, I don't see my chances as being very strong regardless," Bahamut said. He lay his head on the ground. "Even if things work out, I can hardly call Etherium my home anymore. It's virtually unrecognizable from when I actually lived among others."

"Sorry, Combusken. Not human." Nero pecked at his right shoulder. "And I'm sorry to hear you've been dealing with some kind of pretender issue, though. Are folks trying to extort generosity by posing as heroes or something? That's quite unfortunate." ... and a potential reason this world...

Bahamut shrugged. "And now you know why I'm not particularly looking forward to what awaits me. If Etherium can't be saved, I have to return to wandering the cosmos in search of a planet that will accept me and hoping Eternatus won't destroy it."

"Also off the table." Bahamut's frown deepened. "Some whackadoodle nutcase calling themselves the 'Dark Omen' is going around preaching that the apocalypse is upon the world and the only salvation is to accept Eternatus. And I've heard rumors there is a pokemon working for those running the...

"Well, that's not very nice of you." Nero's sonar-like ears twitched to indicate that, yes, he heard the smart remark.

"It was written into my employment contract," Nero deadpanned.

"Wait, really?" Nero sniffed in Lee's general direction. "Hmm. I only smell dirt and sweat. Not really flavors, if you ask me."

Nero smiled innocently at the cranidos. "Nope! I work with Xerneas and get lunch with my buddies Latias and Lugia on the regular."

Nero tilted his head. Someone sure sounded grumpy. "It's okay. Gods aren't nearly as amazing as myths and legends make them out to be." "Hey! Shove your bad opinions up your ass, Beaky!" Thanks, Zekrom. New I could get a rise out of you, Nero thought.

There was silence at first. Then a hushed, "I will not allowed myself to be controlled again."

"Well, that would certainly explain how you got here. Not so for the rest of us," Nero said. "We weren't with you. UBs aren't so powerful they can open multiple wormholes in different worlds."

"Sure! With a little help from Miracle Eye, of course." Nero's eyes briefly glowed bright blue before returning to an off-salmon.

"They're tears in the fabric of reality. Sometimes they happen in response to specific events, but certain creatures called Ultra Beasts can open them of their own volition," Nero explained. "Also, are you going to come out from the trees or do I have to levitate you over here?"

"I would not recommend trying to hold yourself. It's very difficult." Nero glanced skyward. "Well, unless you're psychic. Then I guess levitation counts as holding yourself?" "Aww, you hear that, Latios? You're always holding yourself. Guess we've gotta cut back on the snuggling." "This is...