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Bahamut's expression was much more stern. He figured Owen would be the only one to bid any sort of farewell, so now there was only important matters to attend to. He coiled around Diyem, his matched eyes rippling like water lapping up against the shoreline. "When you return them... I suggest...

Bahamut looked down at Cal. "Don't expect me to be the grandparent who sends you checks in the mail for absurd things like 'Recycle Your Plastics Day.' I don't have any money." He flicked an upper wing which sparked with a... strange bit of distorted energy. "But I suppose if we fight, I can...

Bahamut's attempt at hugging Owen led to him jabbing the charizard's with one of his chest spikes. There may or may not have been a Morning Sun required after that...

Bahamut floated there silently. After Brisa, no one else on the team had sought him out. Not that he blamed them, in light of Diyem's revelation. He holed himself up in the library trying to figure out if there was something that could be done to replicate his situation. But, alas, he came up...

Hi. Here for V-Wheel. I s'pose having read a sizeable chunk of LoF, I have some insight into this prequel, but not enough for this to be a foregone conclusion kind of story. Haaaaaaving said that, however, I must confess that I'm a bit... disheartened to see that a lot of the issues I pointed...

Chapter 26: To Boldly Go in Circles Noctum kept his eyes squeezed shut. The charjabus' rattling was enough for him. He was nauseous all over again. He didn't need another wall of eyes staring at him from the rift or Eternatus' innards or whatever he was supposed to call this. He thought about...

"Any time," Nero chirped. Bahamut lazily waved with a lower wing. "Don't be a stranger."

"Perhaps the stars will align for you to meet again," Bahamut said. "Nice pun!" Nero chirped. Bahamut swatted the silvally with his tail.

"I don't read the papers." Bahamut shrugged.

With a teasing smirk, Bahamut asked, "You fessed up your feelings to at least Starr, correct?"

"Don't believe in that destiny nonsense." Bahamut flicked an upper wing dismissively. "When I say 'everything happens for a reason,' I mean that, even if you can't see it in the moment, the things you do and the things you experience have meaning. So, take whatever chances you can to make that...

"Thank you." Bahamut wasn't even sure that was the appropriate response. There was still a guilty conscience situation going on. "It'd be nicer if the situations were reversed, but such is not the case, I guess. Everything happens for a reason."

"Mmm." Bahamut continued stroking his chin. "I'm... not entirely sure I want to see Maple spit up an entire planet."

"Well, it is where your original bodies are. So, I would hope you'd return there." Bahamut chuckled. "Otherwise things might be very awkward for some people."

"I suppose I am." Bahamut stroked his chin in thought. "With that said, that means the husk will probably be waiting for you when you return to... wherever it was we were brought to Cibus from." He lowered his head. "I would advise you all to make your goodbyes quick, because I fear the Bahamut...

Nero appeared guilty at that. "I think I remembered the details. But, like, when you have thousands of conflicting sets of memories, the details get a bit... lost in translation." He rubbed his forelegs together nervously while Bahamut gave him the most unimpressed look his expressionless eyes...

"... oh." Nero's head crest drooped. "That's... well..." Blue overtook his cybernetics. "Not something that's easy to process. Even when you have time and you know it's coming." Something Bahamut was never afforded. Though there was also the fact that, supposedly, Brisa and the rest of the...

"Yes." Nero's head bobbed slowly. "Many self-inflicted."

"I've lived a thousand lifetimes," Nero responded. "... literally." His eyes darted around before looked at the wall on his right. "My world's Buffet... had a predecessor. And that predecessor pulled spirits from the Tree of Life to help the group that built me."

"Well, my partner's just like him." Nero stumbled back to his feet. "If you replace the ornery parts with... uh... dorkish? Dorkness? Something to that effect." "I have no idea how long it'll take." Bahamut shrugged. "I suppose uncoupling from Diyem could either quicken or slow the process...