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Bahamut was vaguely aware of something bad happening in the background. But his attention became consumed by a familiar sensation coming from the tree. "I refuse. I don't know whether you chose to sequester yourself there of your own will or because of an outside force. Why are you on this planet?"

Bahamut didn’t like that response. He probed Maple’s psyche. “A so-called god of life should not be so dismissive about such concepts. I think there’s something seriously wrong here.” Again he focused on Eternatus. “Diyem is here. He is concerned about you.”

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Bahamut stayed silent. He continued to scrutinize the tree. Probing deeper. Focusing on the cracks and gaps in the bark and ignoring the ethereal warmth. “Eternatus. I know you’re in there. Answer me.”

"So much for planning things," Bahamut grumbled. It seemed to him as though everyone had basically ignored him. Again. They were treating this like some sort of entertainment instead of what it was meant to be. He hovered further back, saying nothing further. Bahamut silently focused on his ESP...

Bahamut facepalmed. It was like these idiots were trying to screw this up.

"Nobody breaks away. That just makes you an easy target. Strength in numbers."

"... that's pointless." Bahamut gestured to Diyem with his tail. "He'll have the easiest time sensing Eternatus. He'll know exactly far he needs to go. Just keep your eyes peeled." He was also under the impression this was supposed to be a small scouting group. Not actually doing anything. But...

Nero sighed. "Well, that was... something. Guess the wild 'mons here aren't that friendly." His head crest drooped and he turned to head back in the direction of town. <><><>

Chapter 13: Bad News Travels Fast Baraz was the one to escort Yuna to her classes the next morning. The dracozolt told her Noctum had to take things easy, but could gradually resume his usual activities if he felt okay. He didn't have any updates about her teammates, however, other than one of...

At the mention of "presences," Bahamut shot Icetales a look that radiated as much "why the fuck would you say that out loud, dumbass?" energy as he could possibly manage without eyebrows or pupils.

“Frankly I’m of the opinion we should be avoiding Xerneas.” Bahamut was at the back of the group. “I believe they’re corrupted.” He also didn’t like the guild people being there. He had told Maple he was suspicious of them. Perhaps he would try to distract them.

"That's the spirit." ... I think? "Well, you're welcome to stay here and join me tossing Potluck's ball around. But I won't blame you if you head elsewhere."

"There's nothing to apologize for." Yawning, Bahamut rolled onto his back. "A pity Diyem can't just send this lot to Etherium next. Maybe we'd actually stand a chance at destroying Eternatus there." He sighed. "In any case... you should let the other shades know that if any of them plan on...

"No matter the age, it is always hard for a child who loves their parent to lose them." Bahamut's head twisted around to look up at the trees. "Just as it's a tragedy for a parent to lose a child. No two people experience the grieving process the same. But what helps is having someone you can...

"I could speculate, but I'd rather not." Bahamut's tail lazily drifted back and forth. "Some people will try and find the good in everything they can. And others," he pointed at himself with his tail, "have steadily blinded themselves to the good around them."

"Well, he claims to be awfully perceptive." Bahamut prodded at the ground lazily with his tail. "But when you've been alone for millennia, you tend to think a certain way. For better or worse."

Bahamut shrugged. "I'm not saying you have to ditch him completely. Just stretch your figurative wings a bit. Or have him set something up for you. Like a play date." Yes, that indirectly meant Bahamut was calling her a kid. Like father, like daughter. He crossed his upper wings and rested his...

"I see." Bahamut stopped the ball with an upper wing. He rolled it around against the ground, before rolling over on his belly. His gray spikes dug into the snow-dusted soil. "All of the shades are based around their hosts' psyches and memories in some capacity, no?" Different blue hues spread...

"I believe most, if not all of us will forget everything that transpired here," Bahamut said, tossing the ball at the tree and catching it once more. "Perhaps some folks will remember in time, but I do not foresee Diyem allowing them to make casual visits to this planet." Without warning, he...