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"Well, I don't know how much he told you, but our conversation seemed to yield that he didn't really choose who to summon." Bahamut tapped his chin with a wing-claw. "He just poked around random worlds seeing if his SOS reached anyone. And the end result was that nobody really knew what they...

A chuckle. "That sounds like the musings of one from a world where time is not linear." Bahamut sat up. "In any case, we've strayed far off-topic. We should come up with plans for addressing Dark Matter's identity with the team and with Maple's team."

"It makes perfect sense." Bahamut rotated his head so it was skyward once more. "In a star's lifetime, in expands. Exudes hotter and brighter light. Then, at the very end, it goes out in a literal blaze of glory. A massive explosion of energy that shakes the very foundations of the nearby...

"It is a nice reprieve. Warm and familiar. Like the blankets on one's bed." Bahamut wrapped his upper wings around his torso. "Though, if the grapevine is to be believed, the rest of the team has had much the opposite experience..."

Bahamut looked where Owen gestured and smirked. And here he thought that was just some coincidence. "My, my." He uncoiled and did a figure eight in midair before coming to rest on his back. His head spun a hundred and eighty degrees so it looked right at Owen. "The cosmos work in mysterious...

Ah, yes, the sparring tidbit. Bahamut had pretty much taken to ignoring the dojo, though he had heard some not-so-wonderful things had happened there as of late. "Of course you can, little one. Though... I may approach it a bit differently than you are used to."

"Yes. I'm afraid it's what I have to offer at this moment." Bahamut shook his head. "Long ago, I would heal injured psyches. But this temporary body is incapable of such feats. There is, of course, a more conversational-based route. But we are relative strangers and whatever progress you're able...

Bahamut chuckled. "I wasn't saying there aren't places. But you strike me as the type who does nothing but smile through the pain. So, I cannot help but wonder when that pressure to help others and stuff your own problems will get to such a point that it breaks you." He finally broke his pose...

Silence, then: "Reality can be a harsh mistress. You were living in blissful ignorance until yesterday, after all. But, for all I know, your newly-regained memories are hiding tragedy." Bahamut held up his right upper wing and, like he was reciting from a book, said, "Those who try to smile...

"She, like our boss, is hiding something terrifying." Bahamut still didn't turn to face Owen. "I mean... I think anyone on our team could tell you that, darling. Those portals she uses are not something that a smeargle could casually learn with Sketch. And that kooky light blade... that is no...

"I believe that is a logical impossibility," Bahamut replied. "Sooner, rather than later, she and her ilk need to be made aware. Since we know for ourselves, we cannot claim ignorance on the matter. The longer we sit on this information, the greater a chance it blows up in our faces." A smirk...

"Yes, well, it is a necessary evil in a number of ways." Bahamut maintained his pose. "They cannot continue to remain ignorant of this fact. The situation on Cibus has evolved beyond what Dark Matter was expecting. We cannot allow our allies to continue charging blindly into the fray. "He also...

"I do. But I need to see if we're being watched. This is... a sensitive matter." His head tendrils brightened as he scanned for any sign of nearby auras. Specifically anyone from the so-called God Squad. When he didn't register anything, he said, "I know we're working for Dark Matter. The rest...

Bahamut sat with his legs crossed and his tail wrapped around his waist. He had his upper and lower wings wrapped around their respective chest-spikes. Bahamut had no lungs for breathing, rather his body rhythmically glowed and dimmed. "Do you need something, child?" His eyes remained closed...

"He should've been brought here as a popplio. He'd make a fantastic primarina with those pouting expressions he puts on his face. A real drama queen, by the looks of it." Bahamut seemed to be directing that comment at no one in particular, though he was sure Diyem had heard him.

Slowly light trickled back into Bahamut's broken body and it reclaimed its dragon form. "What a fool." His tail lashed at the air. "If she intends to draw this out... then the retribution shall be that much nastier." Purple pushed the other colors in his eyes aside. Such... lackadaisical...

"Maple, please drop this poor excuse for a comedian into a portal and shut it around her midsection. I think that would shut her up quite nicely."

"And why would we do that instead of killing you now? If you scamper off, you'll grab Lugia and Ho-Oh and sic them on us."

Wrote 2000 words for Path of Valor and reviewed fl4k3s, which I guess is a one-shot, but it also has three parts, so I don't dunno how you want to score this one...

Bahamut silently approached and forcibly clamped his hands over Darkwhite's face. "... leave."