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Bahamut tilted his head. "You really think you can handle gardening? The amount of sitting around and waiting that it entails? I hear you pick fights with bar patrons."

"I think your dad might have to be the force that drives that kind of change." Bahamut rubbed the back of his head. "At least he's stubborn." It took one to know one, after all.

Bahamut smirked. "Fortunately for you, hope's a big thing here."

"I'm not so sure your 'dad' has had much of a choice surrounding what company he gets to keep, considering many of his memories were apparently tampered with." Bahamut coiled around Cal, with Nero sliding across the ground to steer out of his way. "Come to think of it, all of you familiars are...

"It's the opposite, actually," Bahamut retorted. "Nothing is purposeless. Even if you don't understand why something's happened to you or why you're doing something... eventually you will find a reason. Be it a small thread or a massive ball of yarn." His expression sharpened. "Gods do not...

"It doesn't physically hurt." Bahamut glanced skyward, silent. He sensed Nero moving, then raised his tail. "There was something. A principle I taught." His head tendrils rippled. "The will of causality. The idea that everything happens for a reason. That you shouldn't belittle the things that...

"Happiness is... something I only know of through second-hand memories of a very distant past," Bahamut mused. He wasn't even going to broach the subject of which dad Cal could be referring to, though it was probably Owen. At least Owen and the mutt went together in a sickening optimism way...

Bahamut sat in silence for a few moments. "I... suppose it is."

"Well, if Diyem can remove whatever spiritual tether is in place, I don't see why I can't 'commute' as I'm needed." Bahamut waved an upper wing, conjuring a small wormhole. "Unimpeded, I believe my wormhole powers can surpass Maple's, Joule's, and the like." He sighed. "But I don't know. It's...

"Ironic, is it not?" Bahamut set the bag of pieces on top of the board. "Built from someone who seeks the death of Eternatus... and instead I think I saved two of them." "It's a bit of an apples and oranges comparison, though," Nero said, shrugging. "From what I've heard of Etherium's version...

Bahamut gripped the chess pieces with his telekinesis and put them into a felt bag. “What do you want?”

"I have literally saved twice the number of eternatus I've tried killing." Bahamut moved a keldeo knight piece so it was one move away from a black palkia piece. "Pretty sure that means I'm a failed reproduction. Do I change my name, then? Check, by the way." The silvally sitting opposite him...

Bahamut shoved his core back into his beak and swallowed hard. His grayscale body jiggled like gelatin. "... for no particular reason, where can I purchase a chess board?" He paused. "On Maple's tab, of course."

"... I feel the same way you do, to be honest," Bahamut said, completely straight-faced. "Or, at least, I did for a sizeable portion of my time here. Like I wasn't deserving of any affection. Or attention. That I was better off adrift on my own, waiting for something that might finally turn the...

"You are... like me." Bahamut studied the sapling intently. "Something that wasn't originally meant to exist, but does now." There was something that obnoxious, peppy mutt had said to him in private. Bahamut had scoffed at it originally, but perhaps the mutt was onto something. "Someone like...

Nate's approach was actually the right one, in Bahamut's opinion. The problem was that ninety-five percent of Team Spectrum had spent... uh... well, an unknown amount of time hurting the thing. He tried to whisper toward his teammates. "You think it's going to buy your words when they stand in...

It would've been so easy to oblige. Or to strike it down at that point. It sounded like Bahamut would do it a favor in that regard. ... but no undo assumptions at a time like this. Too much mental energy was going into this to try and parse the aura. "Eternatus?" Best to keep things simple...

“Let’s see what happens.” Bahamut grabbed the filament and stuck it against the compass like rune on the back of his head. The filament popped out of his mouth along with his core. Bahamut pressed them both to the rainbow embers and promptly went limp.

"Very well." Bahamut braced himself. Though, from what he could sense in the others' auras, he'd be moving several more pieces around, himself included. Maybe I should take up chess when this is all said and done...

"The desperation..." Bahamut flopped down and a meteor sailed over him. It was too clear. Too familiar. Wasn't this what he— No, he was a reproduction. Some corrupted facsimile. Even so, I— They were still Bahamut's memories. The desperation. The will to survive blinding all reason. Lashing...