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At Icepix's question, the colors in Bahamut's eyes dimmed. "If it were a play, audiences would label it a tragedy." He still wore a smile on his beak. "I've spent the last several centuries alone, wandering the mystery dungeons eroding my home planet bit by bit." Bahamut shrugged. "It cannot be...

"The shackle of your fur color is naught but an illusion in this realm," Bahamut said, splotches of silver peppering his eyes to match Icepix's fur. "All here are strangers to the connotation behind it." Even though he found it... strange that Diyem would reconstruct Icepix's body with that...

"That would explain it, then." Bahamut didn't elaborate on what "it" meant. His lower wings wrapped themselves around his torso. "'Beware the silver spoons, for they can hollow out the soul.' Such was passed along to me by the stars. It would seem that even foreign worlds have such cases." The...

Oh, what was that? Bahamut slithered closer to Icepix. "Did I hear you right? You're nobility... but you're a butler? How curious."

"I've never heard of cool air helping someone recover from inebriation." He twisted his head around. Which he could do, since he didn't have a solid neck. Now he was looking at the ceiling. "Perhaps a heal seed would be most helpful, but for all we know, Diyem's replica bodies might just have to...

Bahamut offered a respectful golf clap for Curio before chuckling at Icepix. "T'was a jest, I assure you. But you should be careful, because that gesture could definitely be interpreted that way. Certainly when you're amongst company from other worlds."

Wow, it was quite forward of Icepix to shove his tails in Astrid’s face. “If this is one of those ‘love at first sight’ situations, you might want to take a more subtle approach, sir.” He tapped a temple. “Or is that how you express affection where you’re from?” He smirked, clearly amused.

“I’m reminded of a friend who loved to partake in hard liquor.” Bahamut chuckled. “If I remember correctly, there were quite a few times he woke up surrounded by salazzle.”

Humans could do more? “Oh? Can humans spit fire and ice in your world, then? But that would make them no different from Pokémon.” A wry grin crept across his face.

“Humans, hmm?” Bahamut coiled himself so his head rested on the table. “Fascinating. What are the humans of your world like?”

“It would be wasted on me, Miss Astrid.” A long pause, then: “That pun wasn’t intentional.”

Green and purple expanded in Bahamut’s eyes. “Very well. Then I shan’t pry further. Just know that even the most fortified psyches have their weak points. That’s why it’s important to lean on others for support.”

“Is something wrong, dear? You seem... distressed.” Bahamut clasped his upper wings together. “Did something bad happen?”

“Tea time. A sacred tradition for some.” Bahamut gestured to Icepix. “Also, Astrid cloned herself. Impressive, no?” His sense of humor always left something to be desired.

It didn't sound like he'd just pick pokémon seemingly at random. If there was a method to Diyem's selection, he certainly didn't offer any hints in that regard. "Regardless... Diyem isn't even here. He remained behind. So, ultimately, we'll be fending for ourselves." Bahamut lowered a wing to...

Bahamut slithered across the ground and coiled his body around a chair so his head rested on top of it. "Actually, I never met him prior to him summoning me." The red and orange expanded in his eyes again. "Which is exactly why I'm more than skeptical of his intensions. He randomly summoned a...

"I absorb the light of the heavens." Bahamut clasped both sets of wings together. "Sunlight. Moonlight. Solar flares. It makes no difference. Or, well, it made no difference back home. This backup body is not as good at taking in light." He shook his head. "It's like the difference between the...

“Very well. Though you will be the only one drinking.” He pointed into his open beak. “No organs to digest with.”

“Words that are wise beyond years.” Bahamut cracked a smile. “Consider this, though: ‘the blank canvas is only limited by the artist’s imagination.’” He paused for Icepix to reflect on it. “You are in a new world. In a temporary body. You can reinvent yourself however you see fit.” He uncurled...

Confess your sins, first. I know you are hiding them.