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"In a sense." Bahamut tapped a wing pensively against his chin. "Though normally I can make myself about ten meters tall."

"I am fine, thank you for asking." Bahamut bowed his head slightly. "A pity that many of our allies have had such rough times this last week compared to me. If I could take away their pain, I would. But, alas, my powers here are so very limited."

"Naturally, little one. Whether sunlight or moonlight, light is light." Bahamut continued to traced his wing back and forth. Through damp sand and ocean surf. "The push and pull of the waves is rhythmic. Steady. Relaxing. But if you need me to leave, then I shall."

With the vast majority having (foolishly) balked at the idea of bringing up Dark Matter to Maple's team, Bahamut slinked off to the beach. He settled on his side in the sand and absentmindedly traced a wing along the water whenever a wave rolled up on shore.

"Then tell the bird." Bahamut looked skyward. "O Darkness Mine, did you not say to me that, if you had nefarious purposes, you would've struck us down immediately?" He then bowed his head. "Would that same logic not apply to Maple's team? If they have malicious intentions, why haven't they...

"You have a portal-maker amongst you." Bahamut pointed to himself. "If Maple takes us somewhere else, then I will take in whatever radiance is necessary to send you back to Diyem or Cibus. I do not care if it snuffs out my own life."

"I could, sure. But that's only if people believe Maple would prefer a short, blunt explanation."

"Waiting only hurts us," Bahamut reiterated. "Besides the examples I illustrated, there's that zoroark. For all we know, he could've overheard one of us mention it at some point. Our boss is stretched thin; it wouldn't surprise me if he can't keep tabs on all of Maple's team at all times." He...

"Both are needless for different reasons," Bahamut said, shaking his head. "First off, there is nothing to distill. Either we tell them we're working for Dark Matter or we do not. Giving a watered-down explanation will be viewed with the same skepticism as lying." He looked at Celeste. "And as...

“Would you rather wait for Darkwhite or this Arceus character to tell her instead and significantly compromise us? Honesty is a point in our basket. Deception only furthers her preconceived notions that we are not to be trusted,”

And there it was... straight from the figurative rapidash's mouth. Natus Aeterna. World Ender existed in the universe and was setting its sights on this planet. Radiance slowly flooded back into Bahamut's core as he laughed bitterly to himself. He shifted back into his dragon form. Crossing his...

“These bodies are, allegedly, fake. Thus, death is, in theory, meaningless to us.” Bahamut looked at Mellow. “We are naught but interlopers in this world.”

"Yes, sure. Air out whatever complaints you have," Bahamut said. "The sooner you get it out of your systems, the better. After all... this isn't about us anymore. It's about this planet."

Bahamut leaned against a wall. They were never going to make progress like this. "Our leader is trying to tell us he's so familiar with all of these 'dark power' elements because he's a creature of darkness himself." He looked at his right hand. "More specifically... a Dark Matter from a world...

"It's not supposed to make sense to you, little one," Bahamut said, before pivoted toward some of the others mumbling about distortions. "How do you know those kittens are even still on this planet?" He crossed his arms. "You all saw the person Maple summoned. Giratina." Bahamut shrugged. What a...

Bahamut looked at his right hand. "It would seem... that the will of causality is determined to ensnare us with our pasts, no matter how little bearing they have on this world."

Was there something going on around him? Maybe. There were voices. But he couldn't make out any words. It was all deafened by high-pitched tones that made his core rattle in his broken body. Bahamut continued to stare into space. More specifically straight up toward the sky. "So, what should I...

Things had gone by so fast it was tough for Bahamut to understand what was going on. But he caught a glimpse of a giratina... and promptly became catatonic to everything going on around him. He had no idea where the group ended up. Nor did he seem to notice the missing cats. Instead he just...

Add support moves Heal III and Shield II, por favor.

Bahamut, reverted to his broken state, looked at Darkwhite. “There is a special place in the underworld for vile creatures like you.”