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"Fool! Don't idly toss those around," Necrozma barked.

"You think I'm lying." There was no uncertainty behind Necrozma's words. "But the fact of the matter is that there are worlds where daemons exist. This very world is one of them." He gestured out toward the ocean. "It was nearly thrown into the sun by a daemon known as 'Dark Matter.' Diyem even...

"They did. But all the planets I knew of with humans were destroyed by the same daemon that's likely after this world."

"My apologies." Necrozma tapped his temple. "There was a good analogy for the item on some of the other planets in my universe. I believed blast seeds are like... grenades? You throw them and they explode. There are also pebbles you can use as projectiles... and thorns that you can throw like a...

"We were trying to discuss that." Necrozma gestured to Owen's supplies. "Seems Owen found some ammunition. Blast seeds and the like. I'm thinking that, if people are getting exhausted from just a single attack, we might want to rely on these and wait for a good moment to use actual attacks." He...

"Do you always barge into conversations uninvited?" Necrozma growled, core sparking with wisps of pink ESP to remind the kubfu of their type disadvantage. "World Ender is a daemon that produces infinite energy. When mortals are exposed to it, they lose their minds, mutate, and go into berserker...

"Perhaps a single human wasn't enough to truly expunge it from this world." It was more of a statement than a question. Necrozma looked up at the sky. "Or maybe it has a counterpart seeking revenge? Hell, a portion of it could've escaped and found World Ender."

"Mmm. A pity I don't have a real means of boosting my defenses." Necrozma watched Owen pick through his bag. "If I could, I'd use Charge Beam on the magikarp right away. Perhaps draw their attention toward me so everyone else can attack unimpeded. As it stands though... perhaps I should use some...

"Very well." Necrozma crossed his arms. "But I saw the, ahem, recording of your previous fight with the magikarp. I daresay your attacks won't do much against two of them." He looked past the little charmander toward the bag. "What did you find in town?"

Necrozma looked skyward once again. "Has anyone ever told you you're a terrible judge of character?"

Necrozma shrugged. "Two brats are knocking the stuffing out of each other because they hate each other's guts."

"The fake charizard that sent you here." Necrozma rubbed his forehead with his claws. Yup, definitely scatterbrained. And if this mew's abilities were as suppressed as everyone else's then it likely only knew something like Pound. Wonderful backup, Stoogezard. I can tell how badly you want us...

Necrozma would've blinked if he had eyes. "M... Mew?!" A pause. No, wait. This wasn't his mew... merely a mew. Still, the resemblance was uncanny. Necrozma looked at the sky. "For all of our sakes, I hope this one isn't as scatterbrained as the one I knew. Else you've done more harm than good."

"Strategy? There are plenty of strategies... all of which are likely hampered by our 'good buddy,' Diyem." Necrozma used air quotes with his claws. "Like, for example, if we could prevent the magikarp from using Hydro Pump, even temporarily. Say with a move like Disable. If someone knew it...

What fools. If they wanted to properly train, they should've done so against actual water-type attacks. Their little spat wouldn't help in the slightest. It wasn't like they'd be able to dodge a giant magikarp's equally giant attack. "Again... if you're really as strong as you say, then send...

"... I took steps to prepare myself for water-types." Necrozma raised his hands and electricity crackled around them.

"I told you before... that 'hero's aura' drivel was nothing but a ruse." Necrozma stared at his right hand. "Roselia is right, we are being set up for failure. Otherwise our so-called benefactor would've given us the full story from the beginning."

"Can you not recruit more pokémon with these oh-so-special powers of yours?" Necrozma growled, arms crossed and core darkening.

"Because we're being set up for failure." Necrozma only whispered it to himself this time.

"It was the daemon I told you about last night," Necrozma insisted.