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"I'm sure you were a good Pokémon," Cabot said. "We only met once before you lost your memories, but you were really nice to everyone then, and you still are now. Surely you would have acted different back then if you were a bad Pokémon."

"I mean, you did still lose some of your memories since you don't remember when we met for the first time," Cabot said to Necrozma.

"... You could have just said that the first time instead of getting angry," Cabot muttered, before noticing Owen rubbing his head. "Owen? Are you okay?"

"I mean I never said it wasn't possible, just that I don't understand how," Cabot murmured.

"But if you know how important Arceus is to this world, then why would you say that we made him up?" Cabot asked. "And Arceus just has those powers, just like how some Pokémon can breathe fire while others can move stuff with their mind. If you'd ever visit my world you could clearly see it."

Necrozma's sudden change in attitude caught Cabot off guard. Most Pokémon back home would consider it blasphemy if some stranger went up to them out of the blue to tell them that Arceus was made up, yet here Necrozma was the one getting mad at him for merely asking questions about his story. The...

Cabot looked at Owen in confusion, then at Necrozma, and then back at Owen. "I'm... not sure I understand," he murmured. "How can a bunch of Pokémon just be born from an explosion?"

"Uh... huh..." Cabot gave Necrozma a blank look. "But... if that's true, then where did all the Pokémon in your world come from?"

Cabot tilted his head in confusion. "It... doesn't? But who created it then?"

"Oh, interesting! It must be really nice explore new places while doing that! Everything has already been mapped out in my world since there's not that much left of it, but there's still lots of great places to visit. Seeing those places for yourself is of course much different than just hearing...

"It's alright. So this Expedition Society is kinda like a Rescue Guild then? Except they spend more time creating maps than rescuing Pokémon from Mystery Dungeons?" Cabot asked, before pausing in realization. "Wait, does your world have Mystery Dungeons?" The Cranidos briefly wondered for a...

"Thanks." Cabot took the gummi and tried it out, his tail wagging slightly as he took the first bite. "Ah, it tastes great!" As the Cranidos continued to eat more of the gummi, he turned to Astrid with a curious glance. "So, Astrid, what's your world like anyway?"

"Sounds good," Cabot nodded. The Cranidos looked around the room, before turning back to Astrid and sheepishly pawing at the back of his head. "Also... did you still make any gummis with Watmel in it?"

"I'm not really sure," Cabot admitted. "He took a heart-shaped box, but I don't know what's inside of it."

"Yeah, Necrozma's right... or sort of, at least" Cabot replied to Astrid. "Basically Zane, the Zangoose in our team, got attacked by this strange creature while stealing. I got these burns while trying to fight it." The Cranidos grabbed a Rawst Berry in order to properly heal the wounds. "I...

"Oh, thanks!" Cabot cheered. "I had almost forgotten about those wounds and was starting to get a bit hungry." The Cranidos happily took the gummi and took a bite out of it, only for his face to reflexively scrunch up when he tasted it. "It's... a little bitter."

Cabot entered the room right after Owen, only to stop upon seeing the Charmander settle down inside of the fire. The Cranidos blinked to make sure he was seeing things right and gave a stupefied look as Owen comfortably dozed off while surrounded by flames. "That's... weird." For a brief...

Cabot let out a loud sigh. At least things got resolved in the end... sort of. "Yeah, dinner sounds pretty good right about now."

Cabot gave Zane an incredulous look. “What is wrong with you?!” the Cranidos snapped. “How can you just steal stuff from the Pokémon we’re supposed to save, get everyone in danger, and then try to run off afterwards like nothing happened?!”

"Hey!" Cabot quickly cut Zane off and blocked his path as he shot the Zangoose a sharp glare. "Where do you think you're going to?!"