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Necrozma passed the ball between his hands. "Maple gave it to me. As it stands... this body cannot handle absorbing its contents at once. So I'm handling it like how one might handle a bowl of piping-hot soup or a scalding beverage. Small sips of light."

Silence. Then, "I find it's easier to shield a group equally when I'm disliked by everyone." He looked down at his light orb. "I only have so much power like this. Having biases toward certain people may effect my ability to help in a battle."

"Maple told me, yes. I... didn't think it appropriate to attend," Necrozma replied. In the intervening time between Seyka leaving and Cynthian arriving, he had formed a mound of sand and packed it with water to create a sandy slab he could lean against. He still cursed his stiff, lightless body...

Wrote 2000 words for Path of Valor. Also buying the NecrozmaUseless Lump and, per conversations with Namo, replacing Metal Claw with Morning Sun for free thanks to the changes to healing moves.

He watched Skarmory head off, but didn't take his gaze off the light orb. Him... leading? Unlikely. It had been far too long. He wasn't the leader type anymore. But, perhaps, with a bit of help, he could use what little light he had to protect those who were in a position to lead. Like that...

"If I just had more light..." Necrozma's voice trailed off and he stared into the orb. It looked like he wasn't going to be saying or doing much else.

Necrozma stayed silent. He bowed his head. Then, he whispered, "A world without trouble is a world where free will does not exist." He straightened up. "However, I believe this to be the type of the trouble that could imperil other worlds if it is not stopped. Like, say, the world you come from...

"I'm a psychic-type, not an ice-type." ... wow, did I really just make that joke? "In any case... are you not going to join the others for a meal?" He tilted to the left slightly. "I can't speak for your universe, but where I'm from skarmory still need to eat."

A bitter laugh rumbled in Necrozma's core. "Nobody's backing out. It was Diyem that sent us here. We have no way to return home. And who's to say he can actually send us back, anyway? For all we know, we signed up for a one-way trip." He looked around. "At least... this new home is nicer than...

"... no. What we are looking at is the calm preceding the storm." Necrozma tapped a claw against his temple. "Perhaps we can withstand its onslaught. But to do so... we most follow one another and ignore the words of Diyem. There was good coordination against the magikarp, but there are rifts...

Necrozma's core sparked. Black energy crackled around it, in turn drawing white wisps from his light orb. "You would do best to keep thoughts like that to yourself. It is no inevitability. And I, like so many others, have suffered at its hands." He stared into the light orb. "Though someone as...

"You speak as if World Ender has thoughts. Logic." Necrozma was incapable of glowering without eyes, but he would if he could. And he wasn't going to acknowledge the hero bit. That was a lie spun by Diyem. "It does not think. Only acts. It is a titanic daemon that puts out limitless energy...

"I'm given to understand the reason was to destroy the world and kill everyone on it." Necrozma tapped the light ball with his claws. "There was... something more to the motive. It's not like the daemon in my universe, who destroys worlds for no reason other than the fact that it is capable of...

"Sunlight is sufficient. But it is a slower process." He looked skyward. "After all, the light has to travel a great distance to reach the planet." Necrozma's core flickered. "It makes all that stuff about Dark Matter dragging this planet toward the sun sound... very odd. It would be delightful...

"This form I'm in now... is incredibly painful. I'm leaking energy— precious light." He squeezed the orb. "This gives me light. Minimizes the pain. Else I'd be more likely to lash out and attack." Did that explanation even make sense? He could try rephrasing it. "Imagine that, rather than...

Skarmory wanted to bury himself in sand? "Hmm. I've heard of people meditating to grow closer with the earth... but that strikes me as a bit too literal." He looked at the light orb. "And I can't set I— err, Miss Maple wants me to continue to hold this." Necrozma raised his right hand. "Though I...

Necrozma pivoted. "This is just a ball of light. I can't start a fire with it." He looked toward the ground. "Not that you could make much of a fire against sand and water." He paused. "Did you need me for something?"

Despite their blindness to its presence, Jelly was with the God Squad now. There wasn't much Necrozma could do about that. He remembered hearing about a lunch, but that just weighed him down further. Stars above, he missed having a mouth. Not that he could really taste things in his true form...

Necrozma handed the jar over. "Err, if you can't see it, should you have one of my teammates study it with you?" He glanced around the room. "Perhaps that charmander... Owen? He was babbling nonsensically throughout the fight with the magikarp. I think he likes observing things just a bit too...

"Absolutely." Necrozma levitated the jar over, though it took quite a bit of effort. "If you can't see the little creature, then it is all the more worth investigating." He popped the lid off the jar. "After all, you claimed your attacks could do nothing to the magikarp. Now, there's a creature...