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You could hurl yourself into the sun, is what Bahamut wanted to say. But he was initially silent, keeping an unreadable expression. "You stay on Cibus, I suppose. Where they, essentially, know enough about the various people who created you."

The gray light in Bahamut's body contorted and writhed, almost like it was a separate entity. He tilted his head and projected up a small orb. "This is my home planet." Another burst of light, this one primarily purple and red. What appeared was a much larger projection with what seemed like a...

What was she blathering about? “Of course it stops being the same Pokémon. That’s the whole point of evolution.” He coiled his tail around his waist. “Or are you from a world that doesn’t consider Pokémon to be people?” He shook his head glumly. “Your personality is the way it is because your...

“Because you are an eternatus larva, not a kyurem.” Bahamut was flying around aimlessly as usual, trying not to think about what the idiotic hellspawns were trying to do with the moon, when he noticed the fake kyurem out. Was this one anything like Cibus’? And, for that matter, who spawned such...

Good to know you find it funny there's an entire planet— nay, galaxies suffering from a crisis that has no solution.

Wow, such an amazing comeback. I'm in shambles. The tone was completely deadpan.

... idiot.

Bahamut's shade has been walking throughout the city wearing signs that read "Have a nice day :)" while preaching about Eternatus' love.

I hate all of you.

Get help, Owen.

So, I'm going to preface this by saying that adaptations and novelizations are, broadly speaking, not my forté unless the author is taking steps right out of the gate to make it clear things are going to be very different. And you do have the second scene in chapter 1 introducing some...

"... tch. Don't apologize." With a swift swing of his tail, Bahamut cleaved the phantom in half. It dissolved away in plumes of black mist. "Keep your shadows in check, or you might not make it through this next battle." His wings sparked. A checkboard portal opened behind Bahamut. The necrozma...

"Then it's on you to be the change that you want to see." If Bahamut had a stomach, he'd have gagged at such a phrase. It was so... nauseating.

Dibs on all their stuff when they inevitably burn up in the atmosphere. A long pause followed. No, you cannot spread the good word about Eternatus to the moon people. The only ones there are Soda and unown... I think. Another pause. No, this is not a reality where moons are made of cheese...

There were rebuttals Bahamut could make. Like how he couldn't properly fight despite millennia as a killer. Or the fact that Owen would sickeningly find the good in everyone, including her. Or the fact that Diyem won't be able to send her home until the crisis is taken care of because his powers...

... we'll tell you when you're older. Go to your room.

I would welcome that, but we're in backup bodies.

... well, I guess I'll be hurtling something into the sun before I leave this planet after all.

"Keh heh heh." The shade watched others file out. "I do so look forward to seeing how things play out with such... wonderful new developments."

Chapter 17: Give Me Shelter Come nightfall, some pokémon hit the pubs. Others curled up by the fire with a good book. A certain black-scaled charizard, however, had a different evening pastime: a glass of warm milk. Now made exponentially more effective thanks to the magical hot box machine...