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"If the giant pokémon are multiplying... then World Ender is drawing closer." Necrozma glanced at the charmander trio. He'd kept watch over them all night. They wouldn't have had time to send any sort of signal to Diyem. But this wouldn't be the first time a Phantom had duplicated itself. One...

"Be careful what you wish for. The stars can be cruel in their blessings," Necrozma said, the colored triangles in his brain prism darkening ominously.

If Necrozma actually had a face to palm... he would. But he didn't. So he couldn't. Truly this was a tragedy. "I meant the memories of home, little comedian."

Necrozma sighed. "A pity it couldn't have been me who lost his memories instead of you."

"Something you'd like to add there, Charmander?" Necrozma looked Owen in the eye.

"Well, unfortunately, I can't help you understand. Because I don't understand it either." Necrozma looked at his right hand. "It's the eternal mystery of my universe." Necrozma's brain prism darkened. "There are... a few species that could commune with the dead in my universe. But they were...

"It was more the 'dialga' thing that threw me off. Another term that doesn't exist where I'm from." Necrozma shook his head. "And if your universe is allowed to have pokémon that can reshape reality with the wave of a limb... then my universe is allowed to have life that rose up from natural...

"It seems that knowledge of things like Arceus and related concepts is important to functioning in this world. That's why I butted in." Necrozma figured the bit Cabot managed had to do with that truth or dare thing people kept insisting he went to, so he chose to ignore it. "The problem is you...

"What does it matter? It's not your world, so the same rules don't apply," Necrozma growled. "Cranidos still exist in your world, yet on my home planet, they were wiped out millennia ago alongside several other species."

"Progenitors." Necrozma didn't meet Cabot's gaze. He looked at the fire... or what was left of it. "There was creatures born from these explosions that had offspring. And those offspring had offspring. And so on and so on." He waved his right hand in a circle. "As new generations formed, new...

"The universe and its many planets were created by a massive explosion of cosmic energy," Necrozma explained. "The chaotic mashing together of solar flares gave rise to celestial bodies like stars and planets." His voice trailed off and he looked away from Cabot.

"My universe has no Arceus."

"Dialga? Arceus?" Necrozma shook his head. "Those still sound like made-up things."

"No. It's still evening." Necrozma shrugged. "Though you're free to return to sleep."

"Pah. That sounds like artificial light. It'd be the equivalent of someone feeding you tinfoil." Necrozma shuddered. "I need pure, natural light. From the cosmos themselves."

"Luminous what-now?"

"Sunlight and moonlight are equally nice and equally important to the balance of the cosmos, child." Necrozma looked around for a window, but sadly the living space lacked one.

"I don't have a name and I do not eat." Necrozma tapped the front of his brain prism. The colored triangles distorted. "Do you see a mouth? No. I have no flesh or organs to speak of. The only thing I need is light, but in this worthless form I can't take it in fast enough."

"I'd love to do that, but I don't have the strength to portal over to the sun and siphon it away."

"... yes. It's clear Diyem is mistaken. You're a hatchling." Necrozma shook his head. "If he really wanted to stop that magikarp, why first summon a hatchling charmander to take it on? Why not at least an electrike?" Sighing, he shrugged.