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Bahamut's eyes purpled. "I think you should come clean about the nature of your relationship to my teammates. Most of them are... not keen on trusting you, but there are certainly a number of bleeding hearts among them. You could perhaps find people who will empathize with your plight." He...

"Well, that's just boring." Still upside down, Esper crossed his arms and pouted. "Unless all of this reminds Baha Blast of his dead wife. Suppose that could always happen." He flipped back over. "But that'd just make him more depressing to be around, so all the better he isn't here!"

"Her very visceral reaction to this Joule character's state, Mr. Comedian." Bahamut opted for a straight answer. Zoroark could figuratively feed off snark back home. It seemed this one was no different.

"Ha ha. That's a good one. Attributes." Esper flipped upside down and spun around. "He's one-hundred percent the product of being mucked with by this world. He was never a giant space cat back home."

"Oooh, good guess! A for effort." Esper pointed his needles to Cabot's right and painted an unown-A. "But no. I would've thought it was obvious. A grump like him is a certified buzzkill, trained in the art of sucking all the fun out of the room." The poipole leaned on his side in midair. "Guy...

The poipole turned upside down. "Well, better to be not nice than bored, I always say." He raised his right arm by the side of his head and pantomimed with it. "Yes, I know this is the first time I've said that. You're ruining the moment." Esper slapped his right arm with his left. It retreated...

"I was between that and Chrome Dome. Something told me the latter had been done already," Esper replied.

"Why do I get the feeling this Joule isn't just some work partner?" Bahamut prism arms flexed their claws.

Esper nudged up his glasses again. "Well now, if I gave the class the answer, nobody would learn anything. So why don't you tell the class, Cabbie? Why isn't Bahamut at the party?"

"Mmm. I have doubts." Of course he did. Bahamut always had doubts. "You were out cold when I said it to the others, but even if the physical wounds from that battle heal... the mental ones may prove difficult to deal with." His eyes shifted pink. "Also, I heard that last bit of hesitation." He...

"You know, until someone hits you with a rock." Esper swayed back and forth, singing, "Sticks and stones can break his bones. Break his bones. Break his bones. Sticks and stones can break his bones because he's fire and flying!"

Esper nudged the glasses again. "Well then, I'll have to talk to HR and get back to you. See if we have any openings in the 'dense but adorable lizards who wish they were dragons' department. Not a high-turnover area of the company, surprisingly."

Esper blinked. "Oh, I think I get it." He pressed a hand to his mouth, loudly cleared his throat, and spawned a pair of goopy glasses over his glowing, purple eyes. "Owen actually works a boring, mundane desk job, which is why he's so into his comic books." Esper nudged the glasses. "They...

"I came to check on you." Bahamut declined to mention the part where he was the only one on his team interested in her condition.

Esper was content to hover around the food table... but then the kiddie charmander had to go and clone himself. Again. And that was worth investigating. Or, rather, asserting himself in. "Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey." Esper jabbed Owen's shoulder with his tail repeatedly. "I didn't know charmander...

"Seems your bickering brought her back to life," Bahamut quipped, though he kept his distance. He didn't need any part of him to catch on fire... because apparently now fire was bad for him. Cursed cat body.

"Don't you mean 'particular?' Which I'm not." Bahamut's nose twitched. "I just find natural light better. It's like... would you rather eat fresh, organic fruit or an apple someone conjured up with an itemizer orb?"

"Perhaps if this world-saving venture fails, you can try your hand at stand-up comedy," Bahamut deadpanned. "So, exactly how does this ritual work?"

Bahamut frowned. He couldn't befriend his teammates or the authority figured. All he was good for now was some on-the-spot healing. "Well, I'm supposed to be a creature of light. Perhaps I can help this process out in some way?"

"If only my teammates would believe that." He shook his head. "Most of them seem convinced you lot are not to be trusted. That you're just waiting for the right opportunity to off us or something like that." Bahamut shook his mane out. "I think some of it revolves around concealing information...